What Makes the Man

It's not the car that makes the man

Nor is it his clothes

It's not the way he combs his hair

Or how much fame he knows.

It's not his posture nor his gait

That turns an anxious head

It's not the thickness of his brow

Or anything he said.

It's not about his status

Or position in this life

But more about his yearning

To have, with him, a wife

It is the hidden qualities

The stuff beneath the skin

That quickly grabs a woman's heart

Then slowly draws her in

It is his special talent

Of making her feel whole

By looking deep within her eyes

And seeing in her soul

It truly is his character

His rare ability

To hasten to his lover's side

And show integrity

It's in the passion of his grasp

His stance that never sways

Remaining with the one he loves

When others turn away

It is the one that shows his strength

By measure of his heart

And the will to see his lover

As a perfect piece of art

It's how he holds her in his arms

when she just needs to cry

The gentle stroking of her hair

while never asking 'why'

It's when he takes great pleasure

In laying down his pride

And cleaving to his lover

Remaining by her side

It is his great capacity

To help her when he can

And these are just some simple things

That truly make the man

©September 9, 2007

Kelly Irwin