Her eyes turned round and her cheeks
Filled with colour as he whispered the word
That made her world tumble into the depths
Of Love.

Her secret smile echoed through her laugh, a
Spontaneous fit of giggles that lightened
The room.

Suddenly the icy blue silk was blossoming
Against the rosy skin, the woman was flowering
Into a wife who loved, and who was loved.

How could she be angry when he called her that, her
Lover, her dear sweet husband whom she fell from
Grace for, spoke her the truth of his world, she
Was his, his Monisha…


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