Love has settled for routine, and
We break routine in most romantic ways
You drop me a rose at my office
And call my colleagues to check
If color on my face matches that of rose.
Things are simple, like always
I make breakfast and you dinner, except
On weekends when we change roles
For the sake of change, and some fun.
As I see it, things haven't changed much,
You still shout at me for not removing shoes
At the door, as I carry rain into the living room.
As I see it, things haven't changed much
We have kept them moving in more convenient ways.
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