The Woman In Me Loves The Man In You

The woman in me use to hate
who I was.
Unable to think of a reason that
anyone could fall in love.

The woman I was.
She was hateful for sure.
Thought she wore her heart on her sleeve,
was never a bore.

But the truth,
I was not who I needed to be.
No,
Not until you found me.

It was that moment that the
truth came to light.
You were it,
the only one for which I would fight.