His heart, a song, yet none may hear,
A melody so soft, so near.
He hums his love in acts so small,
Yet in them lies his love for all.
In every gesture, a note is played,
A symphony of love, in every way.
Though none may hear, the music of his soul,
His love is spoken, in a language whole.
A quiet composer, with a heart so true,
He weaves a tapestry, of love anew.
In every thread, a story's told,
Of a love that's pure, and forever to hold.
-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...
