HOW DID SHE KNOW
I talked to a child of beauty
With talking eyes so blue,
She mesmerised me for a while
She was my wife over again, tis true.
She had the face of an angel
She was so calm and full of fun,
It sent a shiver down my spine
She had my wife's personality as if one.
This beautiful child only seven
Talked to me in grown up tones,
I was speechless as I listened
She even had the shape of her bones.
Even her actions were one and the same
My brain cells were puzzled, confused,
Until out of the door came her mother
The very twin of my wife quite amused.
She had been watching from the window
Smiling at how I had been quite taken in,
By her daughter of beauty and substance
I never knowing my wife's secret of sin.
The child had been given up at birth
To her twin sister for money and love,
It was just a trick of fate that day
That I met this child as pure as a dove.
My wife regretting her secret
Was full of remorse and emotional pain,
but when she realised how happy I was
She knew that our love had plenty to gain.
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