This love is overflowing - beware,
It will blossom into a lifelong affair.
The untapped questions, hard to fathom
Yet it works random or in tandem.
It's real and untouchable
As the old folk love fables.
The vastness highlights its might
As emotions go through dark and bright.
Years gone by, eyes gone dry
It happened once and everytime since we said goodbye.
It's in this course and in this life
We have been lucky to become husband and wife.
That twenty second day in November
Presented us in laughter and with somber,
So many mysteries still yearning to uncover
Don't worry my love, our love is capable of endeavors.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Secret Agenda
Term it artistic,
Term it a turmoil.
What it progresses further,
Will regard for me it's true soil.
These phases of uncertainty
These phases of rejoice.
These happenings in regard,
Have instigated my true voice.
Rather than guilt,
Rather than plea.
I sit in a hole, yes;
But I can vouch for me.
The uncompromising tenderness,
The unwavering dedication.
His presence is fulfilling,
Fits just perfect, no alteration.
Succumbing to this grace
Has lit the lowest floor,
I can be content just here;
Even by the door.
Term it a turmoil.
What it progresses further,
Will regard for me it's true soil.
These phases of uncertainty
These phases of rejoice.
These happenings in regard,
Have instigated my true voice.
Rather than guilt,
Rather than plea.
I sit in a hole, yes;
But I can vouch for me.
The uncompromising tenderness,
The unwavering dedication.
His presence is fulfilling,
Fits just perfect, no alteration.
Succumbing to this grace
Has lit the lowest floor,
I can be content just here;
Even by the door.
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