In the glass, your reflection
burned like the midsummer sun

Within it, you were
as gentle and tender as winter snow

Like droplets clinging to a glass,
I have long flowed, longing for you

Neither overflowing nor lacking,
your moments linger within this vessel

Unable to bring it to my lips,
I gaze into the time filled entirely with you

Time stands still—
and in the end, I cannot bring myself to drink you in

Am I, consumed by you,
dreaming of an eternity?