Whiskey

I would like your honest opinion on my poetry work as I'm planning to publish them on a large scale and would want to know if it's good to go

Sipping the first sip of the fine whiskey u ordered,
I spot the golden tint of the same whiskey in your eyes
That I remember seeing for the first time years ago
And here we are
Years after I thought our story was incomplete,
Lost in each other's eyes
and music blasting around us,
Like the gentleman you always were,
You politely ask me for a dance.
And once more
Lost In each other's arms again.
That fine whiskey intoxicating us slowly
Reminds me of our first dance years ago.
Just like the old whiskey's bitterness
I try not to ignore those bitter times too.
But I know better,
That getting back again
Is no worse than the hangover we'll have tomorrow
But For now,
I let the intoxication consume me.

Author's Note

I would like your honest opinion on my poetry work as I'm planning to publish them on a large scale and would want to know if it's good to go