OFTEN OUR MIND PLAYS TRICKS UPON US, CONCEALING OR REVEALING....
WIFE OF MIND In my mind, And there alone, There exists the She, My perfect wife, Sexy, faithful, fruitful, All things a man desires, Yet she is a figment, A bit of my imagination, No substance, no physicality, While great comfort given, Even more harm from her, For blinded by the ideal, You there I... Sign in to see full entry.