In his pride and happiness,
And the way he beamed at me,
When I called his wife pretty,
I saw the amount of love,
He had locked up in that heart of his,
One could say,
How much of an impression,
They had made on her,
By the way everything and anything,
Reminded her of them…..
and she would smile ,
in fond remembrance..
When even I didn’t know,
The route to the destination I have chosen,
You, who was far far away,
In a distant land ,
And didn’t know any thing,
About the rugged terrain I was traveling,
Told me that you have traveled that very path,
And that my destination was near, very near.
I am glad I believed that little deception