If I had a genie in a lamp
And just one wish
To make,
I would
Ask
Him
To scan the entire creation
Regardless of age
Race
And creed
To find me
A man
Who would
See through my external façade
And love me for who I am
The way, I would love him
And in two decades
from now
A man
Who would still hold my hand
When these bones get weary
Narrowed and depleted
The way I would hold him, even so
A man
Who would still gaze at me, lovingly
When these dimpled
Mellow cheeks
Become
Hollow
and crumpled peaches
The way I would, gaze at him, even then
A man
Who would caress these silky strands
Though they would have lost
Texture, colour and lustre
The way I would caress him
Bald or grey, no matter
A man
Who would still hunger me
As a ripened fruit
When the soil within my garden, lie barren
The way, I would lust for him, still
With diminishing vigour and youth
A man
Who would be my note-pad
With mental impotence and amnesia
As malignant shadows on the horizon
The way I would be his pencil
always ready, with a sharpened tip
A man
Who would still treasure this rose
Though my petals would have browned
And withered with the changing tide
Along with the autumn winds
The way I would treasure him, abide
A man
Who would share my joy and pain
Be there
for love and protection
keeping me safe from the puddles
The way I would bear his burdens
and care
to ease the hurdles
In rain or shine
A man
Who would one day meet me
At heaven’s gate
To be reunited once again
With this earthly maiden
Despite other countless blessings
The way I would, welcome him again
But since
Genies in lamps
Only appear in fairy tales
I hereby enclose this message in a glass bottle
Gently placing it in the deep blue sea
With a prayer in my heart
Amen
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