Let me take you back
to the time we both first met,
Still fresh in my mind

Carefully planned out
My birthday celebration;
A lovely surprise

Taken to Wine U,
The Big Bosses' "Paradise";
That's where I found you

Little did I know
The place housed my Ma'am's secret;
Ulterior motive

Arrived at seven,
Hand-kissed by a neat waiter;
Not my cup of tea

Settled on Merlot
A Cabernet Sauvignon;
Heaven in a glass

Air filled with laughter,
Music and the smell of beer,
I still felt empty

Tipsy on red wine
Whispered the waiter, "Let's smoke!"
Sighing, I followed

That's when I saw You
The one engrossed in his phone,
I wondered, "Who's that?"

"Oh, this is our Chef!"
Introduced the waiter, who
Spoke highly of You

Small, little, quick chat
What You do, and where You're at
I ditched the waiter

The following week
I returned; for wine and You,
Excitement ruled me

This time, Jager bomb
was my partner for the night;
My sanctuary

Clock struck Eleven,
The corner of my eye caught
a familiar form

Too much sexiness
in a man dressed so simple,
You must be a dream

My heart pulsated,
butterflies in my stomach,
No words came to me

A polite offer
made by my Ma'am - "Join us, Dean!"
That wasn't my plan

You stood next to me
My heart was pounding madly
"Just one drink", You said

"Why don't You sit down?"
I eyed the stool beside me
"Nah, I love to stand."

Another round came
Still, You didn't budge from your spot
I knew You're staying

We chat, joked and laughed
Amidst others' loud chatters;
I was Your focus

Minutes went by, and
alas, we found comfort in
each other's presence

My mind went astray
in between sips and Your stare;
Pictured us kissing

What a great vision;
If it was only US there,
I'd have made my move

Clock struck Four-Thirty
I didn't want the night to end;
Yellow cab waiting

With a heavy heart,
I left the wonderful place;
I'll see you again

Twenty-eighth is here
Cheers to our 3rd monthsary
One month stronger now

Tell me that your love for me was a lie

Tell me that you see Her
every time you look into my eyes,
and you wish you could just turn away
'cause you loathe the sight of me

Tell me that your skin burns
each time I hold your hands,
or run my fingers across your face,
and you wish I would just stop touching you
'cause you despise these palms,
that go sweaty around you

Tell me that you had to picture Her in your vision
every time I pull you into an embrace,
and you wish that my waist was smaller,
just like Her perfect figure;
'cause these baby fats that I have,
disgust you even more
than my sweaty palms

Tell me that you suffocate
each time I kiss you,
and you wish you could just push me away,
or pull yourself away from me,
'cause you hate the aftertaste of me
lingering on your lips

Tell me that you have always been putting up an act
all these times while you're with me,
and you wish you could quit
and that I would finally come to realize
that you have never loved me once before,
that whatever you have been doing
was only out of pity,
'cause you couldn't bear to break my heart.

But honey, you did.

Mother,
Oh, Mother.

You have always been there,
when I needed a hug or laugh,
or a shoulder to cry on.

You have always been there,
never once failed to support me,
never giving up.

You have always been there,
through my joys, my sadness,
through my successes, and failures.

You've never abandoned me,
for what the Society can’t accept me for;
for all of my flaws.

Thank you, Mother.

Those brown eyes
tell a story
which yours
never could.