My Love Chose Her

She could be loved by many,

But will she be chosen, the way I chose her?

She will find chemistry,

But will she find a person who can truly commit?

Being loved by others is just an emotion,

But choosing her is a conscious decision.

My love comes with intention and integrity,

Being loved is easy, but choosing needs effort.

My quietness is a proof,

That she matters, even if it is a burden.

I never wanted her to feel it,

But I wanted her to know it.

I would never judge her,

Nor expect her to be perfect, only real.

I never wanted to guess about her,

But I would be eager to know everything.

I have always given her time,

To talk about anything, even if it's stupid.

I lend my ears to all that she says,

Not to argue or judge, but only to understand.

All that matters to her matters to me,

Not only her happiness, but anger, and sadness too.

I will know her better only when she opens up,

And I have my whole life for that.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.