It's just kinda weird. I wrote a ton of poems for one woman. To me she is everything that I adore about women. Her rage is valid. Her loving pure.
In the poems that I wrote specifically for her, rather than the many others that have been written under her reign, they are often double entendres when I go back and read them now. They were written only for her and, yet, the double-take is that it is also applies to the general category of the amazement of femininity and those human qualities that have overwhelmingly been displayed, almost to the point of exclusivity, by the feminine gender so far. Which is, of course, why they are defined as feminine characteristics.
It is no surprise, really. She is so feminine it sends me to the stars.
It is just like the poems that I wrote of my own jumbled journey through life. I realize now that they, also, are often double entendres.