From your breast of wisdom did I ****
And wisdom enveloped me
My life shone line a million stars
You must really be favoured by the gods

Until I got lost in your world
Proverbs 18:22 was a mystery
Dymystified by the "Twins"
Surely, the blessings beclouds mother-infant bonding

I used to create my own happiness
Until I met you, perfectly imperfect
To perfect my imperfections
The gods must be happy with me