MARRIAGE

MARRIAGE

Marriages are made in heaven

I look at her (my wife)

and I realize that

I need to prove nothing.

She is more than mine,

she is me.

She tells me often

that she can’t say ‘I love you’.

How can I say ‘I love you’

to myself she protests

and it is true.

She is sweet, too sweet.

My doubts, loneliness, fear

dissolves in her simple love.

I smile at  the simplicity

in wonder, in pure happiness.

A God must exist

I sometimes feel

for the serendipitous event

of bringing us together

and making us one in life.

One day she tells me,

as an obvious fact,

we’ll be one in death too…..

I have nothing to say

became it is true.

We are one.

She is my conscience too.

She criticizes, in the

way only she can,

completely understanding

and yet giving me

perspective,

letting me be my best

and ensuring I make no error…

She has made a

better man of me

than I was

She lets me, giving me space

to be one and in touch always

with my true, real self…

Life is so real, true

simple and hence

beautiful, profound,

grand, deeply joyous with her…

Love can be a

pinnacle and we are that proof…

Oh! My dearest, my only one…

Life is such a blessing,

such a sweet union,

such a completion

because you are me…

We hungrily reach for each other

almost all the time…

Untroubled, calm, serene and

yet violent, ecstatic, tense…

Two souls attracting

like powerful magnets

and never ever reaching

the limit of consummation.

Your kisses, your caresses

transform physicality

into something magical –

A pure state of extreme joy…

We laugh, we look,

in incredible wonder,

it takes time to accept too…

So much happiness is unknown,

seems unreal, yet it is

real, possible, ours, forever…