Can a man love as deeply as a woman? |
A Sensitive Man A man sits, naked in his mind His soul as bare as winter’s branch And begs of Fate a single chance Please, let this one be mine His eyes behold a fairytale A princess, fair of hair and skin His knees turn rubbery within He tries to speak…and fails With pounding heart (and cautious mind) The maiden wonders, could this be? A man as sensitive as me? T’would be a precious find How could I voice my heart’s desire? His tortured mind reminds his fears No woman would respect my tears A man, this maid requires! With shoulders squared and chin thrust out He makes his way into her sight And thinks of pleasures in the night To chase away his doubt With deepened voice, he purrs, “What’s up?” Great line! his anguished heart berates “Perhaps you’d join me on a date? We’ll watch the sun come up!” A toothy smile. A knowing leer. Inside his head, he begs, Say yes! I promise you’ll receive my best With every passing year While searching for the words to say The maiden notes, unlucky I’m “Perhaps,” she says, “some other time.” And turns to walk away He nods, with apathetic chill Within, his heart cries out and burns And when his loneliness returns The ache is deeper still He stalks away to share a beer With men, lamenting women’s ways How can I love? distraught, he says When none will let me near? Depressed, the woman’s spirit grieves, Remembering his gentle smile Why must a man act like a child? Why can’t they be like me? |