He looks in the mirror, blue eyes peer back wondering who is this man in the mirror....how did you get here, thoughts drift idly as he considers his life...
What makes a man? He wonders....some would say it is the capacity to reason and to love.
Both thoughts give pause...some would say it is but a simple truth...love fulfills....desire, romance, the touch of a woman he loves....these are the things that make a Man. Sometimes it blossoms in the oddest places.
But it grows and endures.....thats the true test, not fleeting passion; though passion, to be sure, is the fertile ground for that deeper, needful, desire, that true joy, that true affection.
He searches within and finds her hand gently within his heart...a gentle touch, a tiny smile...her clear eyes on his....he touches her lips and whispers her name.....
Until....
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