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bright days, couples, dull marriage life, lost love, Love, marriage, married life, melancholy, monotony, not loving your wife, poetical, relationship, romance, sadness, unlove, wife
She has so many flaws you don’t know where to start.
Her hair doesn’t fall in the right way anymore,
and the sunlight does not make her eyes shine anymore.
Her smiles has stopped making your days brighter.
The cracks in her soul are visible now on her skin, and she always seems she’s about to cry, or maybe her eyes just tend to frown… Her and her hooded eyes.
And her voice, once so angelical, is now cracked and not-so-good, the curves her dress does not accentuate are always present, morning, night, and noon.
She does not make you smile anymore, but she does not make you cry. (Emotionally) She doesn’t make you… anything.
But somehow, still… you love her, because deep down in your soul, you believe your wife is someone you should love.
beautiful poem and that is love
Thank you. It is, indeed