A man carries the responsibility of carrying himself.
He is a lover,
That blooms his way through the gates of heaven, bringing you with him.
He is a fighter,
A warrior, a knight, that fights through the fire of this life, whithout letting it sear you.
He is a husband,
Who makes the world spin on an axis of happiness for his wife.
He is a son,
That carries the legacy of his mother, even though the links attached to his ankles are heavier than the world and whats in it.
He is a father,
That makes his son a lantern light of hope, where all the humanity gather around for safety. And makes his daughter the illumination of the ship that sails through the foggy seas, and guides the way.
He is a protector,
That protects his land from the wickedness of the oppressors, and the evilness of the devils.
A man is that one root of the tree,
That if cut out, will defuse the life in it.
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You Who Knows Best
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."
