When you thought I had insulted—
As joyfully, just to you, madly in love, I exulted—
There was no hope for me.
A woman’s love is chiefly about her dignity.
A woman feels she needs to be treated with respect.
The weak—of course!—is what the strong is obligated to protect.
Ancient doctrine says the male is strong,
But today that doctrine is completely wrong.
The woman—that’s you—is strong,
And the man—that’s me—is weak.
You insulted me.
You thought, and felt, but failed to speak.
I was in love.
The ancient God was now two.
I was weak, very weak.
Far more than you knew.
