Love weakens a man,
he becomes a semblance without a hand,
destined to crumble into dust and sand.
But if the woman lends him a hand,
perhaps then will he understand,
that the strength of her beauty made him stand
and made this mere semblance of a man,
become a spirit building the land,
where the mighty eagle comes to fan,
with its wings,
away all the dust and the sand.
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PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
