He gives his best, yet asks for none,
His work is done, his race is run.
Yet though unpraised, though left unseen,
His love remains, so vast, so keen.
In the shadows, he works with care,
A silent servant, with a loving air.
No need for recognition, no need for fame,
His reward is in the love he holds, and the hearts he claims.
Though unapplauded, though unadmired,
His love shines bright, like a heart on fire.
A love that's pure, a love that's true,
A love that's given, without a thought of you.
-CORDELIA
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LET'S APPRECIATE MEN
PuisiMen 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...
