She doesn't need his hands to open doors or to spread rose petals,
She needs his hands to hold hers when she stumbles over pebbles.
She doesn't want him to have no fear,
She wants him to wipe her sheded tear.
She doesn't want to see only hem of his emotion,
She wants to dive deep in it and calm his commotion.
She doesn't want him to be masculine with fragile male ego,
She wants him to be the one with whom her surreal dreams free flow.
For her, being macho doesn't mean to have a greek body with tan,
For her, being macho means an understanding gentleman.
Poet's corner
Heya! I've tried to sew my perspective regarding a gentleman in the story and hope you like it. 😊
