All around me I see,
Men loving women unconditionally,
A small gesture, a big smile
a warm hug, a silent nod
I see it in their eyes
I watch them pledge their devotion
Notice the long wait in the car,
And the tolerance of her short temper
He stays there, unyielding.
He'll carry her home, wash her hair
Put her to bed, sing to her.
There are chivalrous men, I believe.
Men who stand and fight.
Men who are masculine.
I look back, at him
I smile to myself.
He succumbed to his immediate desires.
He followed his present ideas.
From Man to mangled.
From Pretty to pitied.
He chose spite over love.
Chose girl over woman.
Pink over green.
He tells himself he's valued.
Confirms daily that he is loved.
Yet... the vixen that made him Man
will forever be his treasured illusion.
There she struts, that firework.
Free to love forever more.
She realizes true passion has no bounds
The loss was his, her glory found.