what sort of man falls in love,

what sort of man falls in love,
o just, to show the rest the way—

when a woman was once a wonder,
where we were all wound around;
who would cry out aloud for her,
and wish the world for her warmth—

then at her side he stands, never lost for words,
with his silence is strong enough to carry her;
all see her crown shine, through the eyes of her king,
and the pride of the people is with her praise—

when his lips are fit to lead, who puts a man to the test;
those who lie or plead—or she who knows them best—
puppy love or dogs—that’s the choice they say we have,
but man is still a man; see him gentle and tall—

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