Depth of your heart

I love you & I love you lots
I know you love me more from the depth of your heart

I love the person,
Who took the pains for me,
The one who kissed and fondled me
The one who protected me from colds,
From dangers, daggers and darkness’s fold

I love the person
Who sat up at night - late
To watch the mercury rising during my fever state
To complete the craft project for my school
To make the hot savories and desserts cool

I love the person
Whose life knows no other aim
Than me, mine and & my fame
Whose thoughts are all centered about me
Whose eyes smile when me they see

I love you & I love you lots
I know you love me more from the depth of your heart

You love the person
Who kicked and wetted your clothes
Who drove you nuts & gave you blows
Who gave you no time for self, no leisure
Who felt your goal was her complete pleasure

You love the person
Who talked back and chattered
Arguing things that really don’t matter
Who did not live upto your expectations
Who did not become the object of all’s admirations

You love the person
Who saw you and just walked away
Who Made you keep all your emotions at bay
Who left for a life of her own
Who left you empty and all alone

I’ve never given anything to you To repay your selfless true love,
But believe me Mom I love you & I love you lots

The things I love doing with you

A poem dedicated to my spouse

When our naked faces are so close
And the deep eye meets the deep eye
I love the spontaneous smile that flows
As the mix of innocence and pureness flash by

When the devil distance is just about nil
The hug’s warmth transforms to pressure
As incessant love in my heart fills
I love that moment’s closeness and pleasure

When the pleasant playfulness is brought
& the bosom swells with satisfaction
As the eyes see through to my heart
I love the happiness that doubles in reflection

When over me in little games you win
Do the thing no man has ever done
The regal smile that swarms within
I love that winning streak you don

When I know not something and you do
Try to teach me and chatter on
I love the otherwise boring lecture too
For then a conversation is born

My poem actually has a false title
For they are meant to tell all I like doing with you
And I realize as I sit and think through
I love every little thing I do with you