Even if I start today, I cannot love him more than he has loved me.
Even if I try, I cannot match that amount of love; it’s beyond my capacity.
I don’t know how he manages to stay loyal even in times like these,
When everyone is seeking temporary pleasure and all things with ease.
So, no, I don’t love him more
At least, I am sure
In this question with no doubt.
He is what love is all about.
I am surprised whenever I am able to write about him
Because the reverence, the awe I am in towards him
Just makes me feel deeply, those things that can’t be explained
Because no words are used enough to describe it as something plain.