in the game of love

He holds her hand and entered home.
Went out to work and earned money
Vegetables,provisions all he bought and was back.
She can't equal my love shown to her
For she can't provide like me, so he prides.
She made a dish out of what he bought
Eating the “elixir” that she served,
His pride lost, with the thought...
“For I gave her the raw stuff
She turned “elixir” out of it.”
Vain is my pride, How can I triumph her show of love ?
The “elixir” served by his love,
Told him to give its “potent” part back to his beloved
Thereby you can triumph and restore your pride
So he gifted his “potent” in that lovely night
And again cherished pride with the thought of his might
She could never triumph me in the game of love.
Months passed...
She gifted him back with what he gave
A beautiful babe to carry his name
He lost his pride, with the thought..
“For I gave her the raw stuff
She turned “elixir” out of it.”
He cried with joy
“In the game of love my beloved triumphs”

malgova.mango