Memo to my Spouse

Your green leaves have caught me on your trees
To leave you no more but to offer pure greenery
Like the ointments brewed out of the olive trees
Planted in the light orchards bearing heavy fruits

I doff my hat and my heart like the panting harts
I am the wandering clown singing for the crowns
Upon white doves cooing brilliantly on our peace
To remain the raw material for their golden blood

I am the worthy weaver bird weaving birthrights
Scripted solidly in the Holy Scripture from above
Where faith crowns worn on the purified hearts
Accentuated in the sanctuaries of moral equities

The innumerable multitudes of seasoned smiles
On your face like the suns celebrating an energy
Uploaded on the colourful rainbows in the skies
Sail across the celebrated faithful flower ribbons

When joint account of love is jointly over drawn
And the cheques of knitted hearts are signed out
Under due signatures of our compound interests
We vetted our drafts and voted for an adventure

Love is elusive, exclusive, inclusive, conclusively
I shrink not from my beliefs your heart my relief
Your love has prosecuted me times with seasons
I remain the inmate in the template of your love