Love Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Why do I love thee my dearest husband?
A question that awakens my very senses
An answer so obvious, That thou never doubted
For it is but fate that made us meet face to face
Thy love tis irresistible as the sees great quenches
For it is thy heart so genuinely true
That built within loves lost space
A strength, a hold, a story that must be told
Of love’s true metaphor, love’s true mould
Yes! tis a pity for the heart ‘s independence,
To roam and seek wild dependence
Upon the rock of love’s fears
Which only ends lovers in tears
Yet my love rejoice for ours is unique and un-compared.
In tribute of our fourth Anniversary June 18th 2013
Shanika Paul
From the collection of Poetry on humanity
Dedicated to my sons Akain, Pasi and daughter Anika
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