YOU WERE MY LOVING WIFE

YOU WERE MY LOVING WIFE
YOU WERE MY appetizing and delicious cake; without the tiniest globule
of red
cherry,
You were my stupendous palace; without the flamboyantly towering
chimneys,
You were my impeccable canister of milk; without the most minuscule
trace of
cream,
You were my flute with mesmerizing sound; without the most
inconspicuous of
glamorous beats,
You were my plate of scintillating ivory; without superfluous carvings
embossed in abundance,
You were my swirling ocean; without the cumbersome and bulky ships
polluting
it every unveiling second,
You were my sprawling meadows of fresh grass; without glistening
dewdrops and
obnoxious fertilizer,
You were my breathtaking aircraft in the sky; without the luxuriously
adorned
seats,
You were my traditional dancer; without any traces of pomp and
gliteratti,
You were my cascading fountain of delectable froth; without spurious
effervescence and shimmering lights,
You were my silvery pearl incarcerated within the oyster; without
traces of
sanctimonious gold,
You were my ensemble of voluptuous hair; without the slightest aroma of
perfumed shampoo,
You were my candle of pure wax; without artificial fires blazing;
emanating
invidiously from your wick,
You were my romantic flamingo; without disdainful paint adhered to your
wings,
You were my hard bound book of enchanting fairy tales; without any
tinge of
mystery and adulterated thrill,
You were my tendrils of redolent musk; without any presence of the
mechanized
room freshener,
You were my solid brick wall; without vivid color and pretentious
graffiti,
You were my immaculate lines of literature embedded on the blackboard;
without
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any mentions of the swanky computer,
You were my coalition of clouds in the sky; without the most
infinitesimal
trace of contemporary spacecraft,
And You were my loving wife; the only girl of my dreams; without the
slightest
of embellishment; passionately breathing rustic draughts of air;
smiling far
away from the land of ostentation.