Quietly she rests her head in my bosom
And hums her favorite song sleepily
While I struggle with the ridiculous life.
'Let my tiny cuckoo flies so high
And I watch your acrobats from our cheerful nest.
Today I cooked in a different style
And the dinner is ready on the table with a bottle of Red wine.
Please do not forget the way back my darling
And why so late
Have you been to a strange nest accidentally.'
*[ How sad a Woman lives her entire life in doubts? In her vocabulary she has two fundamental questions.Why so late and why too early? ']
Two souls who have been together a long time and have achieved rapport in spite of all the differences Very well written, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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However secure we are in our relationships, there is always doubt. Your final line is magnificent, Nimal. Truth penned with simplicity and candour. Your dear wife knows you well, methinks. She must be proud of her poet husband. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ -