Women as a lover

Where do I pour the entirety of her love?

This whole world is just not enough...

Where do I treasure her grace,

When my perplexity is written on my face?

Where do I find the strength I need,

As love flows endlessly, never freed?

If this love were less, I’d shape it in words,

But these feelings soar, untamed like birds.

She stands as the audience to my every woe,

Listening closely from the front row...

Women leaves no room for rage

Whether or not