Women ask the strangest questions
I got home a little late, too tired to eat a mealcrawled upstairs into my bed for sleep I new would heal
I was out and fast asleep, she whispered " I know its late,
but would you love me still, if I gained a lot of weight?"
"If I were in an accident and both my legs were gone
would you find me still attractive or love for me withdrawn?"
My eyes were very heavy, my thoughts confused and slow
I could only wonder, from where such questions grow
"If my face became disfigured, would you love me anyway
would you see me just the same or would you turn away?"
Sleep was tugging at my brain, I could not answer straight
I ask if all her questions, possibly could wait?
"What if I were paralyzed and could never have sex again
would you keep me anyway or would you leave me then?"
The sleep was driven from me, I bolted from my bed
such terror seized my senses, fear filled my sleepy head
"Yes my sweet, I'd love you, disfigured and overweight
and I would love you still, if sex was off the plate."
It takes so little assurance to satisfy her heart
she sleeps in peaceful bliss while I shudder in the dark.
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