Before and always, I felt, does he really love me?
The question that nagged, kept me hovering
Seeing the couples showering gifts and love,
I always thought does he really love me?
I waited and waited until I realized.
Love is not being told nor exasperated
It is not voiced but sensed
I felt in your warmth when you roused to see I am okay
I felt when you took charge of kids on my tiring day
Love is not buying benevolences but little of loving which you unknowingly show
Those sacrifices you made just to see smile on my face
Love is choosing family over your friends
Love is making me laugh till my belly hurts
Those words that abet me to follow my passion
Living career I always lamented but you boosted me when I needed
Your love is not a mirage but a tree that I most obligated.
It is the time to tell you that I love you
Because the paradise you made is after all for me and you.