His hands have built, his hands have torn,
Yet in them, love has long been worn.
Through every touch, through every deed,
His love's a quiet, endless seed.
With every stroke, with every care,
His love is nurtured, and forever shared.
In every gesture, in every act,
His love's a presence, that forever attracts.
Through calloused skin, through worn-out hands,
His love shines bright, like a beacon in the lands.
A love that's patient, a love that's kind,
A love that's rooted, forever intertwined.
-CORDELIA
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LET'S APPRECIATE MEN
PoetryMen 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...
