The long black tresses teasing your visage,
The eyes having a million stories to narrate,
The long nose claiming to rule your face,
The dark ‘sun spots’ spread across the surface,
And the Mona Lisa smile hovering over your chin
Hiding many a feelings and thoughts within,
I love them all; more than anyone has ever did or will
Yet, I hate them too; for, at times, they put to still
My peace, as I try to decipher the loneliness
That hides behind those dark tresses,
Or the wishes and pains left untold
By the eyes that sometimes fight to hold
Back the salty pearls about to soak the marks
That have become your embarrassing landmarks.
The you whom the mirror honestly reflects
Speaking volumes to me in utter silence
Is the one I wish to love and mold
To something dearer than what the oceans hold.
So allow me to wipe your moist cheeks
When you roll down from the mountain peaks
And allow me to be enchanted by your smile
When you cross hurdles and cover a mile
For, the you who also hurts me the most,
Is the one I need to love foremost.