I've come to realize
that women tend to over-analyze
which, is bad.
It's sad, really
how silly
our conclusions really were.
Don't you concur?
I mean it's usually nothing
but our minds bend it into something
more than it really was.
But can you blame us
with all the lies and cheat out there?
I swear, if I hear of another cheating man
I don't care where I am
I will kick him where the sun don't shine.
My man is mine because I am sure
that his soul is absolutely pure
and only full of good intentions.
Out of 100's of inventions
why isn't there one
to show you everything bad a man had done?
I guess I DO tend to over-analyze most of the time.
After all, I have come to realize
that in love, my man has committed no crime.
I am so glad call him mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem