The Way I Love Her

She came into my life

like evening rain after a long,

tired summer.

And somehow, my heart felt safe around her,

and that itself became the reason

why I fell in love.

I was planting flowers in my heart,

without knowing

the season was winter.

I kept looking at a dead clock,

still hoping

our time would come someday.

I was trying to quenching my thirst

from borrowed drops of love,

sleeping under a sky

with no stars left for me.

I met her at a time

when I was not searching for anyone,

but after meeting her,

I felt like

I never wanted anybody else.

Every day,

I searched for reasons to hate her,

but somehow

I ended up loving even more.

Even when my life broke me apart,

when my ground beneath me shook

when everything I built

collapsed like weak wall in rain,

still... I chose her.

Because no matter how hard I try

I know,

I could never love anyone else

the way I love her.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind