I simply love the way you do most things;
Hate habits like gossiping all the time;
The love you show and happiness it brings
Way back, when married life was much sublime.
You do not speak kind words to me these days;
Do you not know I love you with my heart?
Some gestures add ugliness to your face;
Things should be done by finesse and by art.
But I do love you for all things you do;
Truly I say you are too good always;
Love me for what I am but be quite true;
You are my angel in so many ways!
Any problem needs to be tackled right;
Way need not be easy and burden light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem