Love does not promise distant days,
It stays with us in busy streets,
In folded hands and patient smiles,
It’s witnessed in small and quiet feats.
It does not wait in dreams afar,
Nor builds a palace in the clouds,
It boils the tea, it packs the lunch,
And listens to the city sounds.
It does not ask for grand displays,
Nor counts the days or keeps a score,
It folds your clothes, it locks the door,
And cleans the floor before the chore.
It does not shine like flashing lights,
It moves like breeze through evening air,
It sits with you when work is done,
And shares the moments that you spare.
So, if you seek it, do not ask,
See how it wakes with gentle cheer,
Makes morning chai just as you like,
And stays beside you year by year.
It stays with us in busy streets,
In folded hands and patient smiles,
It’s witnessed in small and quiet feats.
It does not wait in dreams afar,
Nor builds a palace in the clouds,
It boils the tea, it packs the lunch,
And listens to the city sounds.
It does not ask for grand displays,
Nor counts the days or keeps a score,
It folds your clothes, it locks the door,
And cleans the floor before the chore.
It does not shine like flashing lights,
It moves like breeze through evening air,
It sits with you when work is done,
And shares the moments that you spare.
So, if you seek it, do not ask,
See how it wakes with gentle cheer,
Makes morning chai just as you like,
And stays beside you year by year.
