MY DEAR WIFE ( a fictional piece)

As her lips curves on either sides of the cheeks,
the dimples that bloom with a garden of flowers turn me meek,
Her long braided hair when let loose to dance with the breeze,
causes my heart to hopelessly flutter and at times cease,
Her endearing gestures as she converses in animated tones,
Holds my gaze and spikes all my harmones,
Her gentle touch, that glides like a soothing balm,
Heals all my wounds, and makes my hectic days calm…

But it is her relentless snores every single night,
That strikes me back to reality reminding me of my lifelong plight.

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