My Man Poem by Kimberly Lindsey

Some people think, I am throwing my life away.
Do they not understand?
I am content, with this; I do not, want to change.

I love my man, and his outlaw ways.

He was born too late, in the wrong century.
He is rugged, sexy, he is wild and free.

I love my man, and his old school of thought.
He is protective, a warrior, and a hell-of-a shot.

He is sweet and sensitive, kind; oh-yes it’s true.
Do me wrong, and he will come find you.

Yes, my man, is tough,
He would have to be,
To handle a wild cat, that would be me.

Some people do not understand,
They think that I am not happy, With MY man.
And while some things that he does,
Do make me cry,
I will love him forever,
And that is no lie.