Before My Marriage

Before my marriage I used to dream, Dream colourfully With the unknown mistress of love, Walking hand-in-hand, heart-in-heart Flanking together with A girl not But a beauty With the dreamy and magical eyes, Glistening in the sunbeam, A blonde golden Catching my thought and idea, Imagery and reflection, That she would be a damsel Stepping on earth With the anklets resounding. But came she the girl made for me, As pre-determined and pre-destined, Made for each other, The girl of my dreams Reversing the aspiration And god feeling of mine, A critical and screwed woman, So shrewd and crooked Going not at my words, Powdered and creamed so much At the day of her marriage, But the reality far from, She not so beautiful As I think, feel it now After marrying her, You have heard me, You please hear her too Taking her experience.