Some say love is fire,

Some call it a red rose or

a never-ending melody,

Some look for the divine in their love,

And some love Thee in search of love.

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I don’t know how I want my love to be,

Neither have I, a list of “to be or not to be”

Marital love, I feel, is difficult to define,

But in the last two decades that I’ve known you,

I know there’s something special about you.

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Not like lilies and carnations–

The flowers that make my heart sing to their tunes,

You carry your own fragrance, and play your own rhythm–

Sometimes soft and subtle like a Spring breeze

Sometimes uneven like a dry winter wind.

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You see the day differently,

Sometimes, just the contrary of what I’d do,

“But he doesn’t have to be like me,”

I quietly tell myself,

And then your way of doing it becomes special too!

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We’ve come a long way, as most couples do,

A girl I was–innocent, fearful, sensitive,

A woman I am today–confident, objective, compassionate.

Distant, ambitious, carefree you were,

Understanding, dependable and learned, you became.

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You have a zeal for life–

the very long life that you’ve planned for yourself,

I have a zest too,

But I like designing my life moment by moment,

Aren’t we both, in this way, creating a balance?

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We’ve both matured in our own ways; ripened like old wine, as they say,

Giving space to each other, but by the side we stayed,

I’m basking in the journey of knowing you deeper,

For I now, in your heart, there’s something special,

As I owe my growth to the person you chose to be!

 

©Vandana Bhasin

21.11.2025