Future awaits

They are the simplest kind of being,
A knock on their door steps, only wins them_
They are the building blocks
For all that matters a joy to their husband
A mother for a stable house that’s what a man needs

But which kid of women do they need?
How many men have seen them through
A few knows what lies on behind what doesn’t
Its their epitome of desire,
Hidden behind beauties are sock of jealousy

I pear into a glance, my future wife or
Or…
A glance!
Yes a glance into what is silently
Solitude!?!

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