My wives have pointed out each flaw I have,
not bothering to ease my hurt with salve.
They've said I'm mean and that I'm a bore.
They've stricken my heartstrings to the core.
They've listened to evil gossip others said.
They've cursed me out and wished me dead.
So finally, each time, my surrender flag I've unfurled.
I'm glad they weren't the ONLY women in the world! !
Men, Tenderness you do not know The milk of human kindness, In your cup, it does not flow.
Dear Sir, This is what a man does before a person whom he love. But love is always painful, even in the most romantic moments. Nice ly expressed. I heartily appreciate all the pains you took to understand my poem. But that was not actually needed. Poets are a bit crazy creatures and i am the worst one of all. When my inner thoughts flow out, I say whatever I feel. The last for lines really mean that the sweet and soothing touch of the lover can pecify the painful sensation in the heart for this sensation is like a burning cinder. Thanks a lot for visiting and reading my poem so deeply.
Aw Bri don't be always giving out where would men be without women [answer back in the dark ages still trying to start a fire] ha ha just joking Bri I love the poem its very honest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a funny poem of what makes the world go round? yes it's LOVE and Bri you've been bitten or smitten so many times by this bug! I will send you a comforting virtual man hug.................well written Sir.