He speaks in glances, not in words,
A quiet love that sings like birds.
His heart is loud, though voice is still,
Yet all he does is love with will.
In gentle gestures, he shows his care,
A love that's constant, always there.
No need for words, when hearts entwine,
His love is spoken, in a silent sign.
His eyes, they whisper, with a loving tone,
A heart that beats, with a love that's known.
In every glance, a love is revealed,
A quiet serenade, that forever will be sealed.
-CORDELIA
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LET'S APPRECIATE MEN
PoesiaMen 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...
