Love?

— Garima Sane

Pray, do not stand on ceremonies, my love
Granted, you love differently; But that
Does not mean that you do not love me, does it?

Sure, your lips take grotesque turns sometimes
And your limbs, a life of their own
But, my love, it is only because we transcend the ordinary, right?

Yes, your eyes do seem to wander at times
And upon beholding me, take a critical turn
But it is only because you wish the best of me, isn’t it?

Given, you cold gaze does pierce my soul, often
Even as you bestow upon me, your divine favour
And, after all, who am I to deny your sweet touch?

‘Tis true that, now and again, your love terrifies me
But forgive me for my inanity, sweetheart; For
I always end up being marked yours, don’t I?

But it doesn’t matter, does it, my sweet darling? Because – 
At the end of the day, I sleep in your arms
As you whisper in my ear, while stroking my hair: I love you….

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