Squabbles

With our squabbles getting noisier,

We got frowns off and on,

From the neighbours downstairs,

And even from one's upstairs,

And six blocks away,

With her nose firing,

With my eyes fluttering,

We fought for hours,

In a war of words,

With the resonation shattering plates on the kitchen shelves,

But yes we loved it,

As we hugged after every such thing,

Of course, it happens in every one-hour interval,

Yes, we can understand what others feel...