You might be a mess but you’re mine

I might not be the ace of your deck but you’re my lifeline

I’ve been holding on to your memories in my heart’s shrine

You’ve revived my flaccid moments with the fulcrum of your spine

You might have the flaws but to my eyes you’re always fine

I’m an unsteady branch braced by your vines

I’ve been breathing the enchanting currents of your hair, its curls and designs

That paints my body with all your light shaded pastels which would last a lifetime

-Muzaffar Ahmed