Thank you my Valentine!

He's not the one to buy Chocolates and Roses

But would fill up the gas on a cold winter evening

He's not the one to surprise 

with moonlight dinners or candle lit whispers

He lets me have my evenings 

my gossips with girlfriends

If I am a sucker for surprises, he tags along

Wonders he does on the least expected days

 Cleans the dishes and ponder I do, 
"Could there be a better day than this?"
He never gets a Birthday Card or cake
I learned over the years to care less
And he when I self spurge

Not that he's perfect, Not that I am

We have our own quirks
I love books, perfumes, shoes and everything colorful
and the new found passion for Mallu movies
He's a simple soul who's happy 
with his sports and Clicking pics
He drives me up the wall, I drive him nuts

Yet we manage to get it out, on our evening walks

He's not on my Facebook, neither me on his

We love our own space

The kids do despise, for we are on the same pace

when it comes to them of course

So, would I say, I love you my Valentine?

No, I would thank you though

for being reticent when I look at you for an yes or no

for listening to my sleep deprived stories
each and every morning
Rather pretend that you do
for letting my crazy self be as crazy as I am.
Here's a Happy Valentine's to you and me

Friends ask me at times, "Are you happy?"

and I reply: "Could be better, could be Worse"

P.S: We are not the couple who would murmur sweet nothings and I love yous. We are either too shy or too old to say it any more.

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