It was not the Muscle

Neither was it the charm

That made him so appealing,

Yet she steal melted with time

Submitting to the patience of this man

'It is not your smell my dear, 

neither is it your strong figure,' she said

'But because you chose to fight my wars for me

When you realized I needed you

You gave me your heart,

and served me with your love

It is this kindness that makes you a man

And my ability to inspire it that makes me a woman,'

She said...patting her man.

A man is made

By the wars he chooses to fight

And the people he fights for,

Service,

Defines him better

'And a woman,' he replied

'Is defined by the service he inspires'