Her tipsy smile; thrills my heart,
Soothing touch enhances love.
Love I immensely, so does my half,
Waits she, at the door, smiling for my return.
My relatives, like her beloved sanguine,
My weal and woes become her, so does hers mine.
Clashes with her my views and prejudices,
At times, we’d skirmish on trivial matters,
Fades grouses comes the morn that’s love.
Some ayes and nays, with symphony of bangles,
There comes our fruit, embrace we in love.
Our small heaven, thus trundles,
You’re my sweet heart, my lovely apple.