Through work, through pain, through endless fight,
His hands still hold, still make things right.
With every stitch, with every repair,
He weaves a tapestry of love, beyond compare.
Though never praised, though left unseen,
His love remains, so pure, so keen.
A quiet strength, a steadfast heart,
A man's devotion, forever set apart.
In the shadows, he stands tall and true,
A sentinel of love, forever shining through.
His hands, a symbol of his love's pure might,
A beacon in the darkness, guiding through the night.
-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...
