She was infact the most exuberantly tireless half of your voice; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a loudspeaker of acridly penalizing balderdash and atrociously dumb? 

 

She was infact the most blissfully ravishing half of your appetite; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a lavatory of criminal cockroaches and pathetically lame? 

 

She was infact the most insuperably compassionate half of your fertility; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a thorn of disdainfully crippling  infertility and diabolically impotent? 

 

She was infact the most gloriously unconquerable half of your consanguinity; 

how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an inferno of infidelity and hedonistically betraying? 

 

She was infact the most irrefutably unflinching half of your conscience; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slandering gutter of lies and  vituperatively ghoulish? 

 

She was infact the most dazzlingly vibrant half of your success; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a morass of  treacherous defeat and hopelessly asphyxiated? 

 

She was infact the most unbelievably impeccable half of your integrity; how

dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a parasite sucking blood in sadistic delight and lecherously wastrel? 

 

She was infact the most brilliantly optimistic half of your eyes; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a graveyard of blindness and hideously stuttering? 

 

She was infact the most resplendently bountiful half of your skin; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but  a debilitatingly diseased trash can and perniciously impaired? 

 

She was infact the most enchantingly celestial half of your smile; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing but a remorsefully ghoulish pool of stench and ghastily aggrieved? 

 

She was infact the most blazingly unfettered half of your personality; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a haplessly subjugated tomato hurled towards the coffins of nothingness and miserably incarcerated? 

She was infact the most ingeniously spell binding half of your brain; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a rotting mortuary of  worthless stones and deliriously ill? 

 

She was infact the most vivaciously infallible half of your strength; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a germ of deathly cancer and heinously enslaved? 

 

She was infact the most effulgently sparkling half of your fair color; how dare did you ever thing that she was nothing else but a pigstalk of dolorously satanic meaninglessness and ghoulish black? 

 

She was infact the most sensuously untamed half of your adventure; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a dungeon of ignominiously sleazy expletives and inanely robotic? 

 

She was infact the most redolently honest half of your perspiration; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a ditch of rebuking foolishness and perverted blasphemy? 

 

She was infact the most timelessly fructifying half of your blood; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slurry of amorphous feces and  evastatingly diminishing? 

 

She was infact the most symbiotically harmonious half of your survival; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an unsurpassable debauchery of  existence and salaciously distorted? 

 

She was infact the most inextricably majestic half of your signature; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but sinful insect of illiteracy and egregiously failed? 

 

And she was infact the most inevitably immortal half of the chapter of your life; your blessed wife; then how dare did you ever think that she nothing else but a hell of nonsensical lifelessness and eccentrically dead?