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