Bursting at the seams it seems
Probably won't call that's all
Not as horney as he used to be
Because he doesn't get my poetry
Caring, loving as a man can do
Afraid to feel some love for you
Loved him longer than any woman
Think he's a god for coming
He has what I want to tease
When he let's me dearly please
Has the power over poetry
Intelligent enough to understand my plea
Others opinions leave him concerned
They don't matter if he's learned
To listen to my intuition
I love him, in addition
In the end, love's all that matters
Money, power, youth, it splatters
Someones hand to hold yours, when you're dying
While their hearts break as they're crying.
