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To Love a Man

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To Love a Man is not fashionable,
its more than social media status and picture updates,
its neither in the frequency of love cliche,
it is beyond showing off and paying lip service,
it is embracing the highs, lows and trails like a good soldier.


It goes deep down to giving up self,
It is not feminine opinion of love strategies.
like a fell tree, it is those times in solitude you fall on bended knees,
To offer propitiation to divinity in his stead,
That he might remain strong for both you and him.


Like a child that is spanked on the mother's knees,
where it just cuddled to suck from her breast,
It is to hold a man to the breast he craves and there Sing his praise,
chastise, encourage, pray and engage him in artful play.
To Love a man is to be his eyes, his conscience and his balance.


If you must say you will be there for him,
You must give yourself to hold him up,
To love him tirelessly when he gives in to excesses like a boy.
Like a helm in life's turbulence, and a rudder from that which might put him under
To love a man is to give him reason enough not to sink.


To love a man is going past friend to become his heart,
Not to govern him but engaged and fixed to his side to keep him on air as wings,
And responsible for his peace, growth and sanity.
To love a man is not fashionable, it might not be all that you think you know,
But to love a man truthfully is bliss.

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