Like everything, wives fall into categories
Some get lost in luxuries, some in worries.
White, red, pink, brown all colors they observe
Some get, some don't what they really deserve.
Some are loving and some are beloveds
Some are all serving feet, some are proud heads.
Men often aspire for their sweethearts
For whom Fate has no meeting in her charts.
Then some emotional souls readily escape
They tumble down before reaching high cape.
Loving wives serve you far better than others
They save you as glass is saved by steel shutters.
Mere beloveds may prove the otherwise
Thus to get them is not an act very wise.
Get the loving soul if you want success
It's the relation of body and dress.
If you get a loving plus beloved wife,
On this earth you enjoy heavenly life.
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