Oh, how the alphabet wove us close,
For you, dear soul, share my first,
A mirror to my name, both letters in the air—
I find in this coincidence, something pure, something rare.
Handsome in every way, with elegance in your stride,
Your clothes mirror your charm, with taste as your guide,
You glide through life with effortless grace,
A true reflection of style, in both heart and face.
With wisdom in your words, a guide in strife,
Qualified to offer counsel, your voice so clear—
How I’ve often turned to it, when I needed to hear.
Your voice, how it resonates, so smooth and rich,
Like a melody that makes my heart twitch,
And oh, the teasing—how I adore the jest,
When you make fun of me, I feel truly blessed.
Like Marion lost in dreams that blur,
I talk to you in silence, though you're far,
Not here in body, but in thoughts you stay,
A constant companion, night or day.
And oh, I wish for the moment—
Your wedding day, your joy to share,
To be invited to that sacred space,
To witness love, to see your face.
But more than just to witness, oh how I yearn,
To sing at your sangeet, as the music swirls,
To celebrate your happiness, to honor your name,
As your life, your love, ignites its flame.
So here's to you, the one with my name's start,
Who fills my heart, who stays in my heart,
Though time may pass, this wish remains—
To be there for you, through joy, through pains.