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I cry easily at movies, but keep it together through death and crisis
I feel emotional pain like daggers through every inch of my body,
yet barely feel a dull discomfort from physical “pain.”
I am weak when it comes to love, men, chocolate,
strong when it comes to pushing through without sleep,
taking on just one more thing, or quieting the nightmares of the past.

I am soft and gentle and nurturing
with my kisses, my touch, my caress
yet can whip you with the words I unleash from my tongue when crossed.
I can hold you when you are hurting and make you feel safe and comforted,
and then unleash a wild, passionate, sexual side you never saw coming.

I write love poems and send flowers
and do all the other romantic things most girls expect done for them,
but never think to reciprocate.
I allow the traditional roles of man and woman to be blurred sometimes
yet still appreciate when you take the lead, open my door,
offer to take on my burdens or be my protector.

I have a life and a mind that are constantly full of stimulation
don’t like to sit still for too long or be quiet,
prefer music as a backdrop for all life’s activity,
yet am calmed and comforted just by the sound of a strong man’s voice
and rest the most peacefully in sturdy arms.

My heart is fragile, I’m full of optimism and hope,
I love deeply and passionately, am easily disappointed,
my heart can be shattered into a million pieces
yet I always recover, I can put the pieces together
I can trust again and love again and never become bitter.

My vision for my life is so clearly formed
it’s hard for me to adjust sometimes when things don’t work out,
but I always do, I surrender to life’s changes
because to resist, to give-in, to quit, to let go of hope, to never love again,
would be to allow my soul to stop living.

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