You

You counter my whims

Paint my lips, with desire

Cradle my trust

Set my passion, a fire

Cloak me in confidence

Alert my success

Destroy my alone

With your gentle caress

Is it, that you're my opposite?

A masculine frame?

Is it, that single origin?

Is, gender to blame?

Is it, yourself alone?

Is it, just that you're you?

Category's aside

Would my feelings be true?

No other man

Has ever enthralled

Ok you're not rich, or six-foot

Just bald!

But babe, when I see you

My heart skips a beat

So, you're maybe, a smoker

With paint stripping feet!

You're not famous

Or fashionable

Haphazard to see

Your coffee is poison

And, so is your tea

Your snacks are inedible

Your face filled, with hair

Your breath in the morning

Too much to bear

I know I was wining

This muse, at the start

Then suddenly, feminine

Ripped you apart

Genders opposing

I best not pursue

Venus or mars

You're essentially you!

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