His wife -2
Let not sorrow furrow her face. Let all those stooping vultures, lethal adders, fearsome tempests and unknown dangers keep far away from her.
Let the oceans be calm when she sets sail lest the growling and foaming billows tremble her tender heart.
Let balmy breeze caress her ambience all the time and the rumbling roar of jets take a tangent to bypass her abode.
Let the morning’s soothing rays awaken her and let the silky sheen of moon stroke her to sleep.
Let not time wilt her skin, drop her nostrils nor plough her forehead and let her dimples twinkle at ninety.
Let the scientists find a secret to eternal life and let them win over death in a few years and let her keep her charm and undemanding love for all the times to come