In an age where we see men who think themselves superior to women, I thought why not paint the portrait of a perfect man. A man whom every woman would dream of meeting. A real gentleman.
THE GENTLEMAN
The
gentleness of his nature,
Touched the depths of her soul.
The masculinity of his stature,
Lit fire in her heart like a burning coal.
His perfect demeanour, his kind words,
Render her speechless and in awe.
Not the quintessential knight with shining swords,
But a normal man with flaws.
Touched the depths of her soul.
The masculinity of his stature,
Lit fire in her heart like a burning coal.
His perfect demeanour, his kind words,
Render her speechless and in awe.
Not the quintessential knight with shining swords,
But a normal man with flaws.
His
beauty lies in the fact,
That he makes his flaws his strength.
That mind of his, creative and abstract,
Your goodness from within he will extract.
That he makes his flaws his strength.
That mind of his, creative and abstract,
Your goodness from within he will extract.
His
divinity lies in his mere being,
His radiant smile arouses feelings,
Of intense love and longing,
For his company, so attractive and appealing.
His radiant smile arouses feelings,
Of intense love and longing,
For his company, so attractive and appealing.
God doesn't make such men anymore,
Who hath such purity in his heart,
Such honesty in his eyes,
Such sexiness in his demeanour,
Such confidence in his stride.
Who hath such purity in his heart,
Such honesty in his eyes,
Such sexiness in his demeanour,
Such confidence in his stride.
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