I cross-question myself how she
Would have turned out to be had
The Creation not decided to confiscate her.

We were bound together by fondness
We were inseparable
She made me realise how immaculate
I was.

She gave me the robustness to keep
On wrestling.
I remember how we used to travel
On unsympathetic winter forenoons.

Uproarious events we fabricated
When she slept unconscious and impotent
In protracted soreness.
My heart was bleeding not knowing what to do
But remained efficacious and optimistic
During substandard days.

Although a chunk of my heart was removed
I remained connected with my boon companion.