When a man loves,
you can see it in her eyes,
softly glistening, starry skies,
loving all at which she looks;
hear it in her breathy sighs,
when she thinks of him;
feel the fiery heat of silky skin,
where her hand touches your arm,
know it in the way she walks,
talks, laughs, and
when she thinks no one can see,
smiles that inner smile
meant just for him.
When a man loves,
his woman glows,
a fiery, golden, pulsing light,
softly tempered
when new life conceives.
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