The gruffest trace of stubble
Masculine shoulders traced by muscle
Eyes that twinkled far too gleely
A father, a parent, a grandfather
yet all the while,
It was like he'd never grown at all
We met in youth
Both so set in our ways
His romanticism haunts and captures women's attention
yet here I stand
as if shedded of my manhood
My long hair seemingly capturing a woman's spirit
I am no woman
Not of the fragile disposition of one
yet I'm made weak and feminine
under his bright and charming eyes
I'm a man,
I should act as one
Why does he make me want to throw away our beliefs, our values?
His laughter shouldn't charm my soul
and make me want to dance
I am no poet,
not one who values emotion over logic
Not hopeless and human
I can't bask in this love
for I am not of womanly stature
Not petite with just the right hips
Not of the kind that can birth babes
I am but a man
Lost to this surrender
My traitourous, torturous thoughts
Convince me,
of his love
I'm just a person to talk to,
a shoulder to cry on
Logic over emotion
that's the friend he needs
I was that friend
Where am I now?
Lost among his fabled garden
Where joy meets joy
Love is returned
I couldn't bear to let you read my thoughts,
so this shall be locked away
as if in a vault
I love you, my friend
Your Latin tongue soothes my Germanic words
You're a man in the ways that I can not be
You never ask
why there's nobody by my side
'Where's my woman?'
Never slips your tongue about me
No woman exists that can capture your soul, your beauty
I will be your loyal bodyguard
as there is no other choice for me
Please don't find this crumbled piece of papyrus
With
My Love
Contained
For You