For my Cinderella

Was going through one of my poems - written when I was in management college. This is from a time when I had just begun going out with the person who is now my wife. I subscribe to the old school of thought - that theres nothing as heady as falling in love. The initial getting-to-know each other, the long walks, the all-eyes-on-you & the fights..... and then the making up again. But so many years down the line, am so glad that the feeling is still as new..... As with wine, a few things improve with age.... "Love" is no longer about just the romantic thoughts of walking together into the sunset, hand in hand or moonlit dinners..... yes, those excalamation points are there and are needed.... but more importantly, "Love" to me is now a more "daily" kind of feeling.... growing together, doing even mundane house-hold chores together, sharing the remote, just listening sometimes. Its about respecting each others friends & relatives, getting up first in the morning & letting the maids in - so that she can sleep some more. Its laughter - especially in the middle of a fight. Its knowing each others idiosyncracies - and finding them amusing rather than irritating..... "Love" to me, since the days of writing this poem has moved from being an adjective, to being a verb.

Walking beside,
Along long winding paths,
Losing myself,
In your casual talks.

The endless fights,
The constant tease,
Is there some magic ?
Behind these veils ?

The feel of your hands,
As I take them in mine,
That look in your eyes,
That tone of your voice.

Yet, so very different,
So far apart,
Should I like a thing,
The opposite you would love.

But hey, look agan,
Do peer through those veils,
Can't you-see-the rainbow ?
Those star spangled fields ?

Make no mistake,
Be in no doubt,
For all that I say & all I might do,
You are so very special, so unique, so true !!