Let me exude sympathies,
let me pour out my simple heart.
I work my words
respectfully in kind and in part.
That soon comes
thoughts of whom we as people are.
Not for some superficial
essence of lust that superficially spars.
At odds I’ve been
with how the world works and goes.
Yet one thing I
believe in my heart to the core know.
Is that though we
are as beasts upon the open plain.
We were selected
as a species to operate with a brain.
Though we recklessly,
in youth and otherwise, innocence slaughter.
That as a man I see
a woman is particularly someone’s daughter.
Lust was never spoken
under the house I called a home.
Never did I know of
two parents separated leaving me on my own.
Fate’s hand intervened
I suppose I was built this specific way.
In my home I had a sister
and respect to her was had even unto today.
I knew of the rod
that can be utilized in my father’s hand.
Respect did I emotions
of my Father’s ideas to women command.
So I leave you with
romance you find here now and within.
I explain this now
I harbor words with no thought of sin.
Judge me you will
I welcome it as I would anything else
that would edify
and help me stand to look at myself.
For I could never
without the ideas of a notion spread,
words of love and passion
without respect to whom a woman calls Dad.