I wasn't a mother when I married you,
yet you want me to be  like your mother.
I wasn't perfect when you met me,
yet you expect me to be more than the other.
I wasn't expecting a lot than acceptance,
more than anything, your love and patience.

I didn't ask to fall in love with you,
we fell in love despite weird perceptions.
I accepted you willingly,
knowing everything would be foretelling.
With nothing but my wits and stupid love,
you promised, "it would be alright, dove."

I understand it was tough.
but with every passing moment in stride,
your loving embrace keeps me upright.
I made my life with you even without dough,
I believe in us - two hearts in one clove.

So here I am inundated by your absence;
I've tried once and tried again to make sense,
of why these unbearable abuses,
has surfaced once and resurfaced again
against someone like me...
Me, a mere reflection of you.