I know of a man.
Who dearly loves a woman.
He thinks of nothing, but the woman.
He never gets tired of fixing his eyes on the woman.
Every anger in the man bows to the name of the woman.
The open secret is, the woman is ahead of the man.
Yet, he doesn't miss any opportunity to talk about his love for the woman.
People, especially his friends told him, the woman can't be his woman.
The day the woman became his woman.
It was a dream come through, says the man.
He got a big house, before he married his woman.
The house left nothing in his account, but he was glad, he got a befitting house for his woman.
When he wakes up beside his woman every morning, he says, I am the luckiest man.
He can't stop wondering, how he got such a woman.
After several years, married to the woman.
Still dearly loves his woman.
He just can't get enough of his woman.
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