Marriage dreams fail when

I learned the lessons of life which schools and books never had shared. Before marriage I was all alone independent and loved only myself. Quenching my yearning was only important to me. But after association with new lady who entered my heart and soul, surged my curiosity and attraction for her odor. Her body touch, love, compassion, gratitude, longing, live for someone, before unknown to me was a feeling of exultant. Lessons taught me how to move forward to live as a family man. Over the time it taught me 'older the wine better the tipsy'. Love does not mean always flirt for the ecstatic pleasure. It thought the meaning of how to manage togetherness. Difference of opinions contributed to tussle between us. But in the end, we both are one in the same bed again. Love of married life has all the phenomenal such as passion, sacrifice, affinity, happiness, anger, and sorrow and etc; we could read the mind of each other without uttering a word. Evolving wavelength between both raised tolerance. Before marriage the home was only to stay, eat, sleep and get ready for next day. None was there with whom I could share my feelings of juvenile heart. I roved in streets and with friends shared the thoughts. Marriage is a magic that made me from street boy to homely man. I began to perceive, dream owning own home. Man makes the structure and his lady makes that structure a home worth living.