The Mollusc That I Love Poem by Yor Nella

When you feel threatened and people yell
you withdraw into the safety of your shell
and then you feel so upset and go all quiet.
Like a mollusc in the garden hiding when hurt.

I am so glad that you're a mollusc and sensitive
and not a Tyrannosaurus Rex so rude and aggressive.
I know that you're a lovely wife of mine who cares.
It's much better than being a dinosaur that scares.

You're a woman that people are very attracted to
so sensitive and so affected by their feelings too.
A loving and caring person who is very complex.
People come up to you but run away from a Rex.

I feel that we all abuse your good nature my dear
and often take your loveliness for granted I fear.
Then we look surprised when you don't give in
and you suddenly retaliate with all guns blazing.

Sometimes you feel like shouting and hitting out
snapping and biting us and even wanting to shout.
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex when angered and upset
but hold back from doing things you might regret.

'What's wrong with her? ' We say with such surprise
when we make you react like a Rex but don't realise.
'She's not normally like this what can the matter be? '
We take for granted that you will always be so lovely.

You're a mollusc who is married to a Rex I'm afraid.
The irony of it is that is how we have been made
It's an unusual situation I know and can perplex
but my dear, please don't turn into a Tyrannosaurus Rex.