My Future Wife

MY FUTURE WIFE The veil was removed, her face was seen Her long dark hair well combed, glitters. Just like an orange on its tree, her head stands firm, perfectly placed on her neck The radiant look her eyes gives is superficially attractive and I couldn't stop gazing. The creator's design of her eyebrow is one of a kind Structural placement of her nose stands perfect in between her eyes downwards. Some lips make you kiss but hers is a kiss to behold for eternity, with lines, well curved and narrowly centered. Its colour reminds me of the Canadian flag. Her cuteness is more like a real life Fairy tale. Her complexion was intentionally mixed by the creator in a palette bringing out what can be called the brownish black beam. The radiant smile her face gives every time, is ostensively a protocol. Her stature stands perfect that all clothes fit her bringing out the curvy edges deposited in her body. Her behavior is like an angel on earth One whose beauty didn't reduce her good conducts She reminds me of my mum's words: A good act; a good wife Her kind gesture speaks volume The perfection of beauty is in her demeanor. How can I ever forget what her skin feels like when I touch? Just like a carefully whisked egg If I don't marry her, I'd rather remain single. I see my future in her future. I anticipate how she will respond to my call whenever I call her by her name. Alas! There was no lady All were my imaginations and expectations. Oh! The glue of fantasy has glued to my reality. What a shame! I won't let this go The creator must design my imaginations and make it my 'expectation one' The same way I have imagined, so should the real life lady be. My dream world bride; my future wife My fantasy; my reality. © ho² 08036391299