So today, shall I use the logic of reason?

Driven into me in years of study,

Psychology and behavioral science,

All designed to have me do the right thing,

According to the law,

Or to Freud.

 

Now I am going to the fresh air in,

The love of my fellow man,

The thinking which happens in the deep,

Where many don’t want to go.

For fear of some indefensible action.

 

Like thinking with my heart.

Made as a companion,

The most essential of all.

Beautiful, but touchable,

Life bearer.

 

The other side of man,

Softer, but stronger.

Smaller, but larger.

Slower, but wiser.

 

Built with curves not edges,

To feed and love,

And be fed by all.

Woman.

 

The loving cradle of creation. Behold this sight.