My mind is like a stairway to the stars
It goes up and down when I need to climb
Or it can be like a ship floating to sea
Nowhere but still everywhere, I am there
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A great poem, a woman's mind is an amazing thing that can change at the flip of a coin. I have three daughters so I see the changes quiet often.
What is a real man? Or a real woman? In my poems, I can be so real, but in actual world, I am a fake person who is so placid-looking. Dalliances are not my cup of tea, but I thrive on honesty, something I can measure up to. I will never gauge you by the fullness of what you are, but by the way your words touch me. So, are you rising to the challenge of a duel with words? Let us see if there is anything real about you. Or to be fair, about me. (What is happening? I hate repeating several versions of this message. Won't PoemHunter do anything about this glitch?)
Only a real man pleases me. Dalliances are not my cup of tea. Indeed, what is a 'real' man? I want honesty first of all. Let me see if you are honest, but this is not necessarily an evaluation of your gender, or the fullness of it. For whatever be your motivation, rise up to the challenge of just being an honest person.
I like that baby. A nice exploration of the depth and feelings of women. Only a real man can rise to that challenge. -LP
To him who says he is attracted by me, he should take this to be a warning. Only a philosopher can disentangle himself from my crazy changes of character - alternating between a virgin and a vixen.
Change of mind is a woman's privilege, won't you say so, David? It's quite a delight to have three daughters by which you can observe this personality pattern. Amazing is a fitting accolade. Thank you for appreciating this exercise in the use of my mind.