My Few Desires

 
 I want my beloved to love me knowing all my flaws and failings,
  
 I want when the whole world points fingers at me, my beloved still holds my hand tight in front of everyone, knowing my wrongs yet never letting go,
  
 I want when I decide to take some wrong path, my beloved doesn't command me but becomes a worthy companion, carefully persuading with love to steer me away from danger,
  
 I want when my cooking turns out badly and everyone wrinkles their nose in judgment, my beloved understands that being perfect always, pleasing everyone at once, satisfying a thousand different tastes—impossible,
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes drop everything, sit me down by force, and tell me whatever comes to mind—all the world's most unbearable, incomprehensible, and annoying things;
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes ask me to dress up in a sari for no reason, just for them,
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes get so annoyed they call me 'a horse's egg—you've learned nothing at all!';
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes suddenly tempt me with rickshaw rides around town,
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes assert their claim over me,
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes pick fights with me for no reason, make me cry, then laugh and comfort me all over again,
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes suddenly call me 'wife' and hold me close with so many, so many kisses,
  
 I want my beloved to think I'm a complete blockhead in public but know in their heart I'm a gem,
  
 I want my beloved to sometimes fear losing me, even if I'm not beautiful to look at,
  
 I want my beloved to pester me whenever they get the chance, just because they can,
  
 I want my beloved to always hope in their heart that I'll tell them everything,
  
 I want them to know that when I can't tell them something, I lose sleep at night,
 I want my beloved to be someone to whom I can bring all my complaints and grievances, someone I can rage at wildly when angry, someone I can sulk with and refuse to speak to but never stay silent with for long before returning, someone I can love with such fierce devotion that I pour myself out completely, holding nothing back, or when nothing seems right, someone I can hold tight and cry with—I want them to be someone I can tell everything to without hesitation, someone I need never hide anything from, never want to hide from,
  
 I want my beloved to be someone I'll want to love fiercely for no reason until my very last day, someone I'll want to stay with through everything and after.