she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.

I have fallen
as the rain on a windswept path
covered in pine needles,
a home to the trodden
underfoot.
I have wept
as the rain in a silent Winter forest,
coating the leaves
and then sliding
slowly.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip.
I have frozen
as the rain above a jutting terrace,
forming cloudy icy trails
to the ground
below.

Do you know what we men love, ladies?

We love the raisins in our apple pie
when we just want apple pie
We love the broccoli in every dish
how you beg 'just give it a try!'

We love the fortune in toiletries
so there's no room for our combs
perfumes, shampoos and body creams
blow dryers, curlers and foams

We love how you sneak to the bathroom
just prior to us awaking
we plea for you to hurry
as our bladders are sorely aching

We love to join you shopping
and discuss the cashier's hair
and if we happen to like it
do we tell you...do we dare?

but most of all we love you
for the biggest, most valuable perk
is the motivation you provide
to get our ***** off to work!