The little things

Love is all about

How you make it bloom

All the time.

Every time I choose

To make it special for him

A seed of misunderstanding steals.

In those hopeless times

He chooses to be more considerate

A little more understanding.

Though his quietness

Is little for eyes

But means a lot, as I heal.

And those dark hours

When I feel our love is fading.

He just lends his prescious time

Purposefully reminding

The successful journey we fathomed.

My anguish never goes unnoticed

Even though my mouth uttered nothing.

He just doesn't leave me to suffer

But creatively reaches me

Wherever I'm struggling.

Ignoring the miscommunication

Feels rewarding

When he cuddles me back

In his arms cosier.

It is a serene journey

Full of your love's beautiful expression

Considering you the prescious gem

As he holds you in his arms.

Love is above everything

Whatever happens

Just search back its lost essence 

That has once bloomed in your soil.

Love never fails

Just bring it back

Every time you miss his naughtiness.

Love is the herb

That needs to be nurtured always

To reap the crop of healthiness

Amidst the weeds of fights.