Every time I think of you, 
in hard times and in glory. 
I hope all is well with you, 
all in wealth and in kind, 
a wife like you is true divine. 

In my next life you will be mine. 
As the sun rises every morning, 
you and I shall rise and shine. 

I am your well-wisher like always, 
I implore you follow the good old ways. 
Don’t fight with me, take a break, 
Come share my pain and cure my ache. 
It would bring me glee when we are free, 
after all you deserve no peeve.
  
Oh! Dipti one like you is hard to find, 
may be that’s why you linger on my mind. 
  
A friend like you is not often seen, 
the best wife you are indeed. 
Poetry was never my turf,
but you are a wife that I deserve. 

                                          —-Aditya Vuppala