I Am in Love - spoken word poem

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I am in love.
I am in love with a woman...
who is more woman than the man I will ever be; 
who is more than the image of beauty the world tries to sell her;
who is more than her curves. 

I am in love. 
I am in love with a woman... 
who possesses a mind that is an amazingly beautiful mystery 
       full of more intelligence than anyone I have ever met;
who is passionately in love with the world 
       and the people who fill it. 

Oh yes, I am in love. 
I am in love with a woman...
who is the most incredible creature to grace the face of this planet (or any other);
       her eyes, full of light,
       her skin, silky to caress,
       her scent, home to me. 

I am in love. 
I am in love with a woman... 
who desires to be exactly who she is created to be 
       even though that remains unknown;
who is courageous enough to keep fighting 
       as time unfolds the who she has yet to be. 

I am in love. 
I am in love with a woman... 
who defies definition;
who dares you 
       to corner her into your anemic preconceived notions 
             of what it means to be...
               woman;
who craves justice 
       and weeps for those who are left out because they don't have.

I say it again, I am in love
I am in love with a woman...
who is confident to lead;
who understands that others may classify her as a bitch, 
       when in reality 
       she is the only one in the room 
           who possesses the courage to be out in front;
who isn't held back by others insecurities.  

Don't know if you heard me, 
but I am in love. 
I am in love with a woman... 
who is not done;
who cannot wait to see what is next;
who refuses to miss what is now. 

I am in love
I am in love with a woman 
who is convinced that all of this cannot be about her,
      and yet 
           it is.

Ah, I am in love with a woman 
        who loves me. 
I am in love with a woman. 
I am in love. 

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for Jennifer Shivers. I am thankful for you and your love.

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