Should men be judged by their weaknesses or strengths?
T’ would be most folly to simple accept one or another without scrutiny
When gauging what might be our criterion should it be deemed physical?
Alas but then considerations of social or emotional fortitude could factor
And what of relationships analysis, when multiple traits come together?
Weakness too might be something mighty under correct circumstances
How has history defined possessing mass a foil against mental superiority?
Men, although difficult to understand, can equally show a skill in both arenas
Where the source should be defined, and moreover whom should cast judgement?
Yet, the plague of differentiation might appear to originate with the female
When men congregate in their halls and taverns, contests are simply contests
Each proves his worth with prowess, speed, mental fortitude, or endurance
Nary has a woman taken pause from her activities of the day to even register a thought
Yet, without her ranking, the world of men stands in limbo, unfulfilled and empty
So again, should I pose the statement of questioning in another, more feminine way?
With a moment of solitude and an overt and overstated application of theatrics
Upon a knee bent and chin lowered, what should the spoken word hope to produce?
A soliloquy of verse, one with rolling imagery and moments of purest fantasy
Spoken phrases that demonstrate an investment in everything that is pure and true
Does the prostrated man emit a weakness that shall forever haunt his memories?
That might be apparent, when his actions are considered in unbalanced comparisons
Yet the scorecards of those with soft hands, warm hearts, and ruby lips say other
For as I stand here with a crumpled sheet covered in carefully scribed phrases
I find myself weakened by the mere presence of beauty and its unending artistry
Giving way to my most archaic urges, trapped feelings pour forth as water from a lake
And in a voice like softened thunder, one full of confidence, clarity, and calmness
I speak from the heart and offer my most solemn pledge, one that bonds us evermore
In your eyes I’m forever lost
Transfixed on perpetual motion
Cascading colors and hues
I’m comforted and aroused
I so yearn to reach forward
Without rush nor pause
Gliding with an airy lightness
For to touch your skin
With no more than a fingertip
Your slight smile revealing
A permissive “by your leave”
Hair with the scent of lavender
My hands entwined
Emotions all heightened
In the presence of such beauty
And in this moment
One of utter weakness
When my thoughts are lucid
Your radiance increasing
Lips so inviting
An embrace forthcoming
Moments trapped as memories
Much to my realization
How strong I feel
My only indication
The power of love
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