His hands so rough, his soul so light,
His heart a beacon, shining bright.
The world forgets, yet I can see,
The beauty in his dignity.
In weathered skin, and worn-out shoes,
I see a story, of trials and truths.
A life of labor, of sweat and of tears,
Yet in his eyes, a spark of hope appears.
The world may overlook, his gentle soul,
But I see the beauty, that makes him whole.
A heart of gold, a spirit so bright,
A shining star, on a darkest night.
So let me cherish, this beauty I see,
The dignity of a man, wild and carefree.
For in his rough hands, and his shining heart,
I see a work of art.
-CORDELIA
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LET'S APPRECIATE MEN
PoésieMen love deeply, yet their love often goes unnoticed. They build, protect, and sacrifice, yet their emotions are rarely spoken of, their beauty rarely praised. While countless books celebrate women, Let's Appreciated Men is a heartfelt tribute to th...
