It’s true
I am a man impregnated.
Love is my joy, my burden.
I carry it as a woman is with child.
I have well exceeded woman’s standard nine months,
Carrying for almost four years
With every morning sickness comes a new Love sickness,
To plague me morning, noon and midnight.
Still there are so few words,
Despite the passage of time
To describe how this Love
Is like a beautiful little life inside of me,
Growing, kicking me everyday for not letting it be born.

Go ahead and just let it be, let it grow, you never know what it will become. I loved this and i was really feeling this. Much love to you!

see i know this so well
i carry this love sickness
spell upon me daily and the
joy i can embrace as pain

well said and i can feel every line....

Wow...You know I'm not even going to say much cause it won't do this piece justice. This was beautiful.

this was a great piece

New birth is a miracle of nature. (Your poem is truly inspiring!) - :welldone:

Born again promises of tomorrow speak of love anew.

ahh isnt this sweet we must flow sometimes call me at
1-800- illbethere. flow on that emissary.
cause you got tha flo that necessary
to me to come visit ya in the month of febuarary.
ok i'll stop.