Herstory Poem by Kela LewisMorin

I can't describe to you how much I love her.
I actually feel nauseous just at the thought of her even thinking of another.
In all my short life I never even thought I would ever discover.
A woman that I would be proud to name as my baby's mother.
I know that if I were to hypothetically loose everything, we would still have each other
And it is my chest only that she will caress under the cover.
Of course we are bound to argue and I will occasionally confront her.
Although I might not say it, I might even imagine her being someone else's lover.
And it's because of my insecurity and paranoia I end up making her suffer.
I'm just so used to everything going wrong sometimes I forget there is a book underneath every cover.
But the books I have read and heard about have forced me to think twice and not even bother.
They teach me to remain loyal to my masculine nature and become the perpetually lusting hunter.
That cares only about himself and disregards all others.
However that is no excuse for my countless mistakes and blunders.
Because no matter the weight of the pressure that I am under,
She is always there smiling and eagerly awaiting for me to hug her.
Until she falls asleep with her nose embedded in my favorite jumper.
That's when I realize she has never given me a reason not to trust her.
And that no other female will ever be placed above her.

I guess you could say this me describing how much I love her.