Atleast that is what she says.
I know she thinks I am full of it these days, 
she has noticed a bounce in my pace, 
there is something strange about my ways, 
'I love you' is now just a phrase
in my words she does not find praise, 
and so I stepped up to the race, 
and instead of gently sliding my hand 
into hers in public, I took her hand by force.
And instead of anticipating a soft kiss
in the middle of the conversation, I kissed her to silence.
And tonight when we get home, 
I will not offer to cook, I will reach for the stove.
Force my way through the kitchen
till its time for her bath, 
she will find a bubble bath steaming just for her, 
with a warm scent of lavender in late spring.
I will hustle my way across the city to find you.
I will spoil you  by force, 
and in the bedroom
I will not stroke you gently in search
of your G-spot like a well-quest in the desert, 
I will drag you through the mirage of aggression 
and force you to climax.
I don't care how you see my love for you, 
I will love you by force.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    