Devyani

This woman gets me,

The gruesome, deep, dark, unhappy me,

I would've married her,

And had all her,

Three babies,

Riaan, Agasthya and Adithi, but our relationship is not a maybe,

There's love, 

There's a desire to plough,

Through every challenge,

Together we try and punch,

Each other's problems out,

We root for each other and shout,

My sister from another mother,

There's no bother,

That your sense of humor,

Doesn't pluck out and burn, like a nasty tumour,

You sort out my personal and professional life,

Like a loyal wife,

I love you,

My darling boo,

Let's get married in the next life.