My Beloved

Laishram Malemnganba Meitei
The way you feel, the way you speak,
Awakens love, tender yet unique.
You make me feel as if I’m yours,
In this embrace, my spirit soars.
Guilt entwines, a playful tease,
Yet am I wrong to seek such ease?
A precious gift, lord bestowed,
In your warmth, my heart’s abode.
You are the one I cherish most,
The one I hold, the one I boast.
Your sweet voice calms my restless mind,
In your presence, solace I find.
No matter the trials life may send,
Being yek (of the same bloodline), we transcend.
Though we face burdens, we rise above,
In every challenge, there’s our love.
Love is love—unchanged, unbent,
A timeless bond, a pure intent.