You were indeed my loving wife

YOU WERE INDEED MY LOVING WIFE You were my appetizing and delicious cake; without the tiniest globule of red cherry, You were my stupendous palace; without the flamboyantly towering chimneys, You were my impeccable canister of milk; without the most minuscule trace of cream, You were my flute with mesmerizing sound; without the most inconspicuous of glamorous beats, You were my plate of scintillating ivory; without superfluous carvings embossed in abundance, You were my swirling ocean; without the cumbersome and bulky ships polluting it every unveiling second, You were my sprawling meadows of fresh grass; without glistening dewdrops and obnoxious fertilizer, You were my breathtaking aircraft in the sky; without the luxuriously adorned seats, You were my traditional dancer; without any traces of pomp and gliteratti, You were my cascading fountain of delectable froth; without spurious effervescence and shimmering lights, You were my silvery pearl incarcerated within the oyster; without traces of sanctimonious gold, You were my ensemble of voluptuous hair; without the slightest aroma of perfumed shampoo, You were my candle of pure wax; without artificial fires blazing; emanating invidiously from your wick, You were my romantic flamingo; without disdainful paint adhered to your wings, You were my hard bound book of enchanting fairy tales; without any tinge of mystery and adulterated thrill, You were my tendrils of redolent musk; without any presence of the mechanized

room freshener, You were my solid brick wall; without vivid color and pretentious graffiti, You were my immaculate lines of literature embedded on the blackboard; without any mentions of the swanky computer, You were my coalition of clouds in the sky; without the most infinitesimal trace of contemporary spacecraft, And you were indeed my Loving wife; the girl of my dreams; without the slightest of embellishment; passionately breathing rustic draughts of air; smiling far away from the land of ostentation .