There is nothing which he doesn't like about me ,

That’s such a tender and honest reflection, Jessy. It carries love, compromise, longing, and the quiet strength of someone who’s trying to give their best. I’ve shaped your words into a heartfelt poem that preserves your voice and emotion:

What He Likes, What He Doesn’t

I was wondering, just softly so,
What he loves in me, what he’d rather I forego.

He likes when I stay near to mom in Delhi,
So I dream of a job there, quietly, steadily.
He likes my cooking, the warmth I bring�"
I serve it with love, like a daughter-in-law’s offering.

He likes my dreams, chased without a spend,
Though it’s hard, I stretch each rupee to the end.
He wants my voice, my sleep beside his own,
And daily, I’m there�"his comfort zone.

He wants me to hear him, respond with grace,
There’s no minute I miss his voice, his face.
He likes when I soothe his aching legs,
And I cradle his head when the pain begs.

But he doesn’t like my voice raised high,
He wants it soft, not silence, just nearby.
He doesn’t like autos, wants me to drive,
But I say Uber’s fine�"I’m just trying to survive.

He doesn’t like when I don’t reply,
Though sometimes I’m hurt, and I just sigh.

Still, I love you, kanna, through every test�"
In all I do, I try my best.

�" Jessy Jacob

But I see I am not perfect but we adore each other our imperfecjtions of ourselves