I love a man
His breath is clean
His hands are dirty
A chest that’s broad big and burly
With hair that’s short and curly
His smile is sweet
His feet are sturdy
His mind is witty wondrous and wild
Built with a heart that's warm and kind, one would often believe he's still a child.
I love a man
Who's always polite and always battles his ego with all his might.
He fixes children's broken toys with multibond
But the children can't be fooled by such pretending, because they know it's really a magic wand that he's lending.
Pleased and always delighted
They wish the man I love would be knighted
'Servant I Remain'?
Seems to him more like an awful pain,
For he feels his ego might not refrain
From glutinous gobbling
As if the title were candy cane,
Thus growing to a sickeningly enormous size,
Thereby winning the battle
And claiming the prize.
So he snuff out his nafs,
For at the end he knows, he'll just be dust,
And not some mighty God like stuff,
I wish I could be the man I love,
Who knows what's right and says no to every fight,
But I battle my ego with no such might,
My feet aren't sturdy,
And a chest not burly.
I love a man