Our Tender Love

The tender love

That our hearts have

Fostered to this day

Doesn’t grow like others’.

Fret not, my dear,

For, it’s supple enough

To surround us.

The silent whispers

That our hearts engage in –

Day in and day out –

Can’t match their decibels.

Lament not, my darling,

For, our hearts

Relish their recluse.

The random tiffs

That our hearts fall prey to –

Now and then –

May not count less than others’.

Mourn not, my love,

For, these love-fights

Only buttress our tender love.