Manipulative Charmer

Once, I thought I met my wife, Charmed and delighted. I was proud to have met her acquaintance. My eyes never left her side, As one in a million comes only a lifetime. A divine faith that flutters and warms the heart in utter sensation. It was more than the mere look of an eye. She gave my soul substance. An electric latter that crackled across the sky at the very sound of her voice. A light soon shone against dark skies. Pulsating clouds watched in awe As her very touch was the bread that nourished every bone that ached in deep need. The lucidity of open eyes often exceeds perception. Just as the dawn is never promised, The night often brings change. For that very moment. I thought I had met my one in a million