The Woman In Me... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

I can only question the purpose of my existence,
Through a love caught in redemption that justifies grievance,
When I forgo the notions that lend to corrupt,
A true-man's bridle and his pose to God.

Had I ever learned to fail,
And suspect the obvious and so, unveil,
My chance in love would last to come first,
To erect this statue of audience in me.

Can I only mention to nurture in shy deviance,
The clue above bought intention that multiplies obedience,
When the volcano of emotions that fend to erupt,
A woman's bible and her prose in tarot.

Had I ever turned to pray,
And neglect the copious and oh, array,
My stance in love would fast to name first,
To project this virtue of lenience in you.

Nairobi, February 23,2012