A Woman...A Man

A woman is merely a walking heart on legs. She feels what you can't. She loves what you deem improper. She's able to dissect emotions into a state of understanding. She's a fighter who can't stop once she's going strong. She's a healer.

A man is often a provider who lacks communication. He gives all and seldom takes anything in return. He shields his emotions by avoiding the conversation. He turns feelings into little caps that he swallows to later dig through. He's a shelter of strength who builds to protect. He's a friend.

A woman is never one to argue with. She'll twist your words into misunderstandings until you end up losing. She is unpredictable and shouts spasms of forgotten past. She's a tremendous amount of work to have. She's a lover.

A man is one to never stand up. He'll keep it forever in his heart and becomes destroyed. He finds little way to win hearts but sometimes forget to keep it. He is always sure of his results and never doubts his the outcomes. He's a supporter.

A woman is the rib of a man's. She gives and takes at her pleasure. She loves and hates of her own ability. But at the end, she is equal to the man she loves.

A man is of a woman's pride. He challenges at will and goes at will. He loves fierce and is possessive of his claims. But at the end, he is equal to the woman he loves.