I vowed to be a loving consort,Thru’ thick and thin, An emotional comfort,So I wash and clean And cook,Forgetting to stop and look…That desire in your eyes,Which like a flickering flame,Dies……Wasted and frazzledAs I retire to bed…Night sneaks to claimWhere you lay,From me,Taking you far, far away!Then, a reflection so strange,Implores me to change…So I primp and preenA fragrant room,And Satins so cleanAh, and I see the firesBurn up again so bright…Love and longingFilling the night…My Metamorphosis………….
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🙂 .. women think too much man! Greek God , flowers, chocolates.. or whatever are those coming your way. Chill maro! Zyada nahi sochne ka!