A Chance So Rare

Rapunzel fair, rich hues reveal,
the depth in shining eyes.
Broad tears they cling, to glass when held,
inspect against the light.
Too cool at first, I give it time,
on ice a little long.
It's warming now, to tease my tongue,
a hint at what's to come.

Inhale a breath, and draw it in,
each sip unearths a tale.
Old-fashioned spice, rich caramel,
tart fruit on winds set sail.
Now warmer still, it's quiet song,
a rich orchestre of dreams.
Singing sweet, I listen close,
a tapestry of scenes.

A life so young, how can it be,
so soft yet bold and strong?
The meld of such elusive traits,
I've waited for so long.
Each nip is held, so more revealed,
this chance to savour slow.
The honeyed words, the silky scent,
the swirl of time runs low.

No connoisseur; I recognise,
a chance so rare to hold,
may not again, our paths to cross,
this taste, this gaze, of gold.