Disparate Paths

We are secluded in a sack termed, womb,
Unscathed we are sheltered in our private room
Held a finger and learned to walk
Stumbling upon every obstacle, yet never touched bedrock
Slept by us when agonized by a flu
Staying up, while caressing, all night with you
Grow up to rear a family of your own
Will ever remain a baby even if you grow old.

And that's a mother's heart,
Who treads for you those disparate paths.

He looks into her eyes and goes week in his knees
Desiring to be her partner through every tide launched by the seas
Wanting to feel the warmth he gets in her arms
Those cuddles and kisses while making love till dawn
How will I experience a plethora of such emotions ?
Hand in hand only when this life WE start cruising.
I propose to you woman, to be my wife
For I come home to, where my success lies

And that's your spouse's heart
Who treads with you those disparate paths

She grows up to be a woman with poise and grace
Your daughter, who you forever embrace
Who would be married to a man better than I
Able enough to love her more than his life
To start a family just like mine
Yet never leaving her daddy's side
For a willed girl that you are
Will never shed a tear if daddy's not here.

And that's a father's heart
Who treads without her those disparate paths.