Chapter Thirty-four

"I hope this two kids we are about to adopt won't give us problem, like our kids." She pressed her hands against her eyes to resist the flow of the tears. She was not going to let her husband down. She promised him that she wouldn't cry over unnecessary things again. She stared into the space, she kept blinking hard and biting her lips. Silence enveloped them. 

"It's okay baby don't cry I have a poem for you." He pulled her closer. He knew how much she love listening to poem, anytime she was down, poem heals her.

"Really? Please tell me. Am dying to hear it." Her face got brightened with a very cheerful smile, "sweety by who?"

"Samuel Taylor Choleridge." 

"Oh. His poems are not bad either." She sat up, leaning on him.

He cleared his throat and started. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I

Live o’er again that happy hou