He is not that tall.
He is not organized.
He doesn't speak Hindi.
He isn't very outgoing.
Most of all, He gets cold feet when I utter 'Dance'.
He is not anything I dreamed of!
His
perception of love, even that of living, is so disparate - conflicting
with my elaborate outlook that is confined to the shallow bounds in my
mind.
His thoughts are so prudently concealed that my human mind cannot perceive.
He is nowhere near my fantasy.
In my mind, I always thought that very sight of Him would captivate me every minute.
In reality, the way His profound eyes so graciously reflect my passion makes me actually see myself when I see Him. I fall in love with myself every time I see Him.
He is definitely not what I wanted.
He is what I needed - what every girl deserves - a bundle of love wrapped with Motherhood.
And I am the lucky one to have this supernatural lover - an unremitting drizzle of blessing showered upon me
My Husband is certainly not my dream guy, but my reality, surpassing my naive imagination.
Lots of love!
He is nowhere near my fantasy.
In my mind, I always thought that very sight of Him would captivate me every minute.
In reality, the way His profound eyes so graciously reflect my passion makes me actually see myself when I see Him. I fall in love with myself every time I see Him.
He is definitely not what I wanted.
He is what I needed - what every girl deserves - a bundle of love wrapped with Motherhood.
And I am the lucky one to have this supernatural lover - an unremitting drizzle of blessing showered upon me
My Husband is certainly not my dream guy, but my reality, surpassing my naive imagination.
Lots of love!
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