After turning fifty a married couple takes to looking after each other as their first priority (speaking generally ). There are rough times as well as times when they put themselves into a happy bantering. Here I have attempted to present one of those crazy sessions :
A Genuine Love
How could I not compare your eyes with a mirror;
When they show me the most awful sight I’ve ever seen –
A pair of brown eyes glaring at you, pursed dried lips,
Wrinkled cheeks, is all I see
Yet you say, that I got the lovliest face –
Bestowed in me is a divine glow, increasing my radiance
I know you say this to convince me, to flatter me,
To get a way out of my claws, you wish to put me into a trance;
So I allow you to slip, stealthily to the kitchen,
Get your hands on your favorite tart
Beloved I do this, not because I’m flattered but
the genuine love that your eyes reflect, tigs my heart like a love dart.
©Paramita
