Yes!...Real Men Hurt Women!

When we say No!
To a strong desire
And then let go
To watch as our dreams expire

When we say Yes!
We must leave without notice
Only to put her to the test
Without any to protest

When we forget
Or remember what she hope we'd forgotten
A well place bet
Who she is can never turn rotten

When they are in morning sickness
The detail sign of things to come
And still make plans against a setting sun
A woman is what real men have won

When we put them in labor
With legs stretched out
Or pots and pens about
Their pain is a faithful route

When they labor long
Through heat or cold
Storm or failures
Their pain is until they are old

To hurt you brings no real pleasure
The pity is love without it in earnest
From virginity to the ends of ecstasy
Real men are the heart and heat of the ferniest