There she was,
All bright and fair.
It was unworthy of me to stare,
At the woman that sat across me right there.

We exchanged glances,
And soon exchanged hearts.
You may think that was fast
But isn’t that the start of a love that lasts?

I used to think that she only saw me,
For my masculine aura and physique
Yet I saw that she held me during at my weakest
And celebrated with me at my strongest.

We were happy at the least.
Being together by each day.
The days of gloom and wrath were not fully gone.
But at least she was there to help me counter it with ease.

She is my woman.
And I loved her dearly.
I soon stained her with ink from my words
And she became my poetry

I humbly offer her this poem of mine.
It may not be as grand as Shakespeare and Keats
Or any other person in poetry,
But I know it was only hers to keep for a lifetime.

She read it soon enough
A kiss lands on my cheek and I knew,
That she loved me through and through,
Even though I was a woman too.