Do you think I radiate evil?

Talk to those who believe

Everyone is courteous, has no dark side

Beautiful women, I break their flow.

But I remain faithful.

With you, I’m never melancholy

I want you to be my girlfriend

Just go ahead and say it, yes we will

You are gentle and fragile.

Now let me send this letter

I’d love to hear your opinion

From the outside, you are so friendly

The dogs only eat in distress.

Bird’s greed is satisfied with seed

Flowers from your garden bloom in your hair

I can stare at you, admiring

Please hold my hand

The sum of emotion

Be my Goddess, and I am your Preceptor

Or am I just

insane?

I need to take you as my companion

To be happy in this life

Don’t say it can’t be

I beg for mercy, please!

I bow before you, worship you

Kiss your ankles, touch your toes

Help me, beautiful child, and I must find love

What lies in my understanding here

Is your heart so inequitable?

It causes me so much anxiety

I love you, girlfriend

Please don’t push me away

Oh, please take this ring

Before we have a picnic in the woods,

Or lie still in each other’s arms

I love it very much

Please choose this guy

Though not a prince.

Flushed with a troubled mind

A dream you will find his soul

He is now a Saviour follower

Hell-fire and back, run this guy

To find a petal for hot metal

To prepare your food

Like a slave, I surrender in distress

Oh, hold my hand, my bleeding heart

I want you

Being with me kisses my face

But if you want to be my girlfriend

Then I lend my body to you

Never meant to say it

Go now, girl, be on your way !!

Authors Note: A friend, a brilliant Chemical Engineer, wrote me a letter explaining his problems when he never married. He told me that his father, an excellent doctor, committed suicide in 1980. Recently at the age of 54, he was diagnosed with cancer and that life has passed him. He hasn’t made peace with his body. It has been a central, recurring theme to his destiny in life. His height, as pathetic as it may seem, has affected the way people view his status in society and reason not to find a woman. My friend blames his paranoid, demonic aggression and psychopathic tendencies on his family history and his perceived manliness. Many adults don’t take him seriously merely because he is short, and that includes women.

“They don’t even take my problem seriously when I tell them about it. They say I’m immature or that I’ve got a complex / short-man syndrome. They try to put me in my place in society. I am almost always the shortest guy wherever I go, and even some next-shortest guys put me down. A short guy in the gym told me that if a woman has to choose, no matter how good my body might be, she will prefer a taller man.”

“Of course, he was taller than me, and he said it was his wife who told him that. And you know what, the truth hurts me. What he said was true. Women prefer tallish men, almost without exception.”

There are a million and one reasons we can feel unworthy of feeling good. So many of the people have worked through limiting beliefs like these, finding that there is light, innocence, wildness, sensuality and pleasure on the other side for everyone. All it takes is remembering your true nature for a magnificent moment, and beginning to take the time, maybe even just five minutes a day, to come back to and grow the wild, free man or woman you are.

Because I know this Chemical Engineer so well, I wrote the poem on his behalf.

Author: Mattheus Frederik