Wrinkles

He is a bit angry, She is a bit moody,

Years have passed in this relationship,

Whenever he is angry he writes a post-it to her,

Whenever She is moody she makes coffee,

The moodier she is

The coffee becomes tastier,

The aroma of coffee brings him to her,

His anger becomes into naughty jokes,

Her mood becomes light,

They both sat near the bedroom window,

While the raindrops forcing to wake up youth in them,

The sweet couple put their hands out of the window,

The raindrops giggled while gracefully dropping

On their wrinkled hands.