When I am tired, she walks with me
to catch me if I fall.
She helps me carry all my ills,
with no complaint at all.
When I am scared, she cuddles me
and gives the strength I crave.
A man can suffer these times too,
where he’s feeling less than brave.
When I am tender, she showers me
with all her gentle love.
She shows me feelings not ever known.
A gift from there, above.
When I am bored, she arouses me
with all her graceful prose.
She fills me with her intellect
and the way her writing flows.
When I am mad, she softens me.
She enfolds me in her arms.
My temper lessens immediately
as I fall under her charms.
When I am foolish, she stands by me.
Forgives and makes it right.
She shows me the errors of my ways.
She guides me into light.
When I am hard, she coaxes me,
to show her all my power.
We fuck, make love and gently kiss
for hour after hour.
When I’m insecure, she strengthens me
and shows me why I’m wrong.
She makes my doubts all disappear
and makes my weakness strong.
Since we first met, she completes me.
She has made me who I am
She has taken the foolish child I was
and showed the world a man.
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