Sometimes we fight, sometimes we don’t
But that’s the code of lovers
Across boundaries and countries
And naturally, as is wont.

Sometimes it’s cheerful when you are there
There is hope in your laughter
Love in the afternoon air
And mirth in the banter.

Sometimes we fight,
For OUR love that is now a right.

Sometimes I cry and cry and cry
Over broken promises, jilted dates
And there is some angst
That meets its fate in bone-China plates.

Oh and when,
Did our love get so trivialised,
And so domesticated
And much shackled?

I was the hope,
You were the dream
Together we were a team
Of love unknown and lovers unseen.