I Confess to Thee

Well, confession is not that easy. That is what I have actually heard and in fact that is true too. 

"Confessions act like a broom, sweeps all the dirt and leaves a brighter road ahead."

But what if I had to confess - "small things" to someone to whom I am in love with, to whom I have willfully agreed to spend the rest of my life with (including petty fights to quarrels to not talking at some point), to whom I am the best thing ever happened after her Dad, to whom I am the cynosure of her eye, to whom I am legally married to and a father of a doting kiddo? 

Sounds a Himalayan task, right? Probably more difficult then confessing to a crime - you get a whack at your behind and you probably confess; but getting kisses doesn't lead you to confess your love. Does it? I hope you got the point.

So now what happens to the above quote? It completely makes a mess of the confession that I am about to share. But then, as a writer you need to improvise every now and then and let the creativity flow. So I decided to play with the words...

"Kisses acts like a broom, sweeps all the dirt and leaves a feel good feeling."

This quote somewhat makes sense but not completely as it doesn't lead to the confession about how much I love. 

So when quotes aren't enough, the second-best thing to do is write a poem. So here I go with a Himalayan task, a smile on my face as I recollect those days of our courtship. 

Note: Whoever thinks this is easy, has not tried baby sitting. It is highly easy to baby sit then to write a confession poem that too on Love for your better half. One mistake and you will be dead. Mind it!

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On the count of 3, 2, 1...

The day, I had my eyes still on you

It still does today upon your sight

The radiance, the poise, the hue

Your presence is my eye's delight

The widening of the your lips

Highlighting your plump cheeks

Which I still pull till you quip

Is what my heart always seeks

The first rush of blood

The kisses that flooded our souls

All etched in thy heart's canvas would

Get evoked every time as thy heart cajoles

Always on cue

Without even my uttering a word

Your another hue

Is what amuses me and leaves my heart recolored

Those exchanges of daring messages

That sharing of adventurous selfies

Is what made my home-alone abuzz

A perfect for hearts' therapies

O! How could I forget !

The main reason for a 'yes'

The naughty yet lustrous and drool-worthy asset

Disheveled, kept, coiffured, I obsess

Even we had our fair share of pizzas

The four aligning with you, rest with me

Understanding created a fuzz

But we sealed it with a kissing spree

That's how I as a partner prefer

Melting into each other's arms

Calming our nerves to blur

The fight, and rising to the lover's charm

There can still be a fallacy

Resulting into a sore

But I confess I would not flee

And not let the love to the door

Phew! That was one of a confession.... till death do us apart, until the bond, the feelings and emotions, the mutual respect, the support, the romance and Love will always be seeing the sunshine.  

This post is written in a response to a #WritingPrompt #CanIConfess as a part of the #BlogBuddy initiative by @Blogchatter a wonderful platform for bloggers on every genre, that encourages, motivates, encourages on everything blogging!