What higher principle then to laud the fair;
womanly qualities of lovingness and care!
Preserving importance so others will see;
penning a portrait, what is important to me.
With gathered courage and poem for her hand;
asking only appreciation, hoped will land...
Thrown out, never to return! Issues forth scorn;
poem's intent questioned, ridiculed /also torn.
Accused of perversion and lewd intentions;
his feelings dismissed, as if evil inventions.
She who was lauded makes sure she has her say;
exiled, the one who took his time, no words can sway.
This exists so prevalently in modern culture,
a well intentioned soul stripped alive by vulture...
What a societal embarrassment!
That a poem extolling love is considered
just another a case of sexual harassment!
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Author Notes
In reality, I wished I could write every woman I meet a love poem, yet the opportunity is afforded so rarely and with me, only when deserved. I write anti-terrorism poetry from time to time, and you never know when something you write or say will be blowing up in your face, yet it is with love poetry that I suffered the most severe and harsh penalties, not to mention accusations. It really does make me want to put the pen down permanently, but while I cry my eyes out, I guess I still have the pen in my hands and poke out what my eyes see as offensive, as it is by sheer spirit that I continue to write.
The feelings that I suffer stem from the poem that I wrote before this one, as I honestly had the best of intentions, but they only seemed to assign me their pervert invention. It still hurts...
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