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I always wanted to mary a woman that was a beauty, a genius, a saint, and an angel, all rolled in one. When I thought I had found her, she remained cool. Perhaps she thought that I might be a beast, a dummy, a bastard, and a demon. So I just married merry Mary. We were two opposite ends of the stick. She was merry, I was gloomy. She an extravert I an introvert. She loved the handicapped and the simple I adored heroes and great minds. I rejected her from the start, Not seeing in her the beauty the genius the saint or the angel of my dreams. My egoism turned me into a beast a dummy a bastard and a demon. She grew cooler and cooler until she packed her bags. Then I realized the love that could have been and begged her to return, promising her the world. When she came back I hardened my heart like Pharao and she went into the desert of the world never to return. Now I see that all I should have done was to look for the beauty the genius the saint the angel that was Mary. If I had recognized her and honored her for WHAT SHE WAS, also I would have been a beauty a genius a saint an angel-- But now I am, you know what! |
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