Fach teyebt lek 9ahwa (A cheeky wink)
Does your mind still slip and think
Of me — my memory — for a blink?
Do you still hold our sacred link,
Or has it all been made to shrink?
Do you still see me by your sink,
Just fetching cups to make a drink?
As back when all was rosy pink —
I’d fix your latte, turn, and wink.