How about the real magician?
Who is as well your physician,
The one who supply’s the kisses,
Whose eagle eye never misses.
It sometimes defies reason,
In any God given season,
When searching for, with blurred vision
My own things, where I cannot envision.
At times I search in vain for my own skin,
And I comb the earth in search and cannot win,
Honey, I left my skin for sure on me, right here,
No! She says, take left, look right, its over there.
Many times, by her I am often reminded
Of where my own clothes are resided,
A wives amazing eyes are well pointed,
For she is only doing their job anointed.
Love your wife regardless,
Even when your heart is desire less,
For her role in God is divinely decided,
The day your heart in her resided.
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