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She was an Aries, a ram, the goat, greatest of all time when it came to love, her words were sugar sweet, I contracted diabetes at the mere sight of her, but her kiss was my insulin, and in case I missed my shot her scent alone got my sugar levels back to normal, see I wasn’t normal when I met her, I had one foot in the ground as I tapped danced with death itself, but she extended her hand out to become my partner, pulling me back to life as we slow danced to a tune that Teddy P would be proud of, a love TKO that went twelve rounds with no referee interference, her punches were oh so swift as she dissected my defenses and made me look like an amateur in the ring, and then I thought, ain’t no woman supposed to do this, no woman is supposed to make me whole again, cause I’m the Leo, I’m the king of the jungle, she is supposed to submit when we rumble, but I’m finding myself losing to a ram, her horns puncturing my lungs upon impact, releasing the breath of bum es from my air sacs that I used to inhale, and this is what I call CPR, courtship pending respiration, because the only way I can breathe again is if I accept the oxygenated love she chooses to give out, I may be the tree that sprouts, but she is deep rooted in my spirit, becoming the forbidden fruit that God banned, but much like Adam I’ll eat it with no hesitation, and if the punishment is back breaking labor then allow me to blow hers out, all while putting my bid in for marriage proposals, and dinners prepared, kids cared for as she takes a night out with the girls, allow this aries to become my world as we make additions to the zodiac, a son tough as the keratin her horns are made with, combined with the dominance of my species, from March to April her shines bright while I catch her falling from July to August nights, making a wish to be her sun, pumping life into her mother earth until the rebirth of our love is fulfilled like the cycles of the 12 signs, her perfect design is my rough sketch, but the blueprint of how a woman is supposed to compliment a man, she is more than a ram, she is more than my constellation, she is simply a breath of eternal life that quelled my desperation for what I have been seeking my whole life, and that is to become whole again
