38. YOU WERE INDEED 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
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 indeed my Loving wife; the girl of my dreams; without the slightest
of embellishment; passionately breathing rustic draughts of air; smiling far away from the land of ostentation .