Adoration for rarest men grows from every sweet word made.
Heaven sent such men, great love is for they reserved.
Always had a fixation for those with soft dear heart.
Longing always sweetly matured love, insight beyond cars.
Even if many lovers were had, which I've scantly had,
none can compare to a man in truthfulness clad.
I've made reservation for what no one has seen,
feeling an obligation to fill those delicate wonders.
Being a woman of love, I love fine quality.
And few men are of such a capacity.
Do they suffer much unknown to us?
If so, they brave hardship tenderly.
