There are many things in life that somehow defy explanation,
More baffling than the probing mysteries of space exploration,
A tangible parallel universe exists, between woman and a man,
Both unable to share insights, the satirical part of nature's plan,
Logic is central to the male, an answer can always be found.
Women prefer nurturing, more comfortable when feelings abound,
Men expected to read her signals unaware they had even been sent,
Trying to decipher that what they say isn't always what they meant,
The humble home gets divided, mere male relegated to the shed,
The boudoir is her dominion, as well as the dimensions of the bed,
A bathroom is sacrosanct, that feminine touch, prevails everywhere,
Demanding the seat be left down, an inequality that's definitely unfair,
I loved my comfortable old t-shirts, my favourites for many years,
Suddenly reappearing in the garage, dressed as rags for oily smears,
Try explaining the fundamentals of a sport you really want her to share,
Alas she all for chocolate, a mushy love story, and a sentimental tear,
If it's not broke then don't fix it, we men like things to remain the same,
But with their powers of guilt and persuasion, they see us more as fair game,
Forget whether we're from Mars or Venus, at times we are galaxies apart,
In essence we only exist for each other, its'an eternal affair of the heart,