I am simple
you are complex.
I am manly
you, feminine.
I'll be hard on
life, you, gentle
with our loving.
I'll be a sky-
scraper and you
my open sky.
We'll plan and we'll
build together.
I'll kill spiders,
or remove them
unless you want
to. You'll fold laun-
dry, as i can't.
l'll cook, you'll clean.
I'll scrub toilets
unless you insist.
I can't cry no
matter how hard
I try, but, want
to learn how to.

Mike Acker

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-1184/