* Little Of Metaphors Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

You look yet teasing in looks, for myself. My pair is obliged to your appearance: my partner is considerably reminding you. I can't help upper laws of the existence. I was not startled by your age, but now I am aware of my marital status. I love my wife more than a.o. before, not excluding you. I am 43 by now, and she is a couple of decades elder, but she is going to have a kid (!) by me, her first kid. So envy our story. Or better pray for us. No meataphors are occurring. Sometimes we need to get reconciled at the face of yet vaster happiness. Smth like that.