I'm sick of all these metaphors and simile that compare you to a delicate flower a rose from concrete beautiful find among the cracks of pavements as a rose without thorn because you are none of these not some delicate little bird fragile hollow bones to be gently touched guarded and protected from the cruel unforgiving world A woman the other half of man the beacon of light that brings me home the warmth of your body fights my frigid soul your emotion to my reason your logic to my rage a flower is a decoration and a bird a pet a partner an equal woman worthy of admiration