They still make them!

A great guy there’s no mistaking, the ladies
he adores; torch he carries not for scoring.
Glint in the eyes, his flame sparked, doesn’t scorch,
he warms. Sure as he is, the boy’s still inside,
sweet, tender, a little bit shy sometimes.
Loves women; prefers relationship.
Must have his Lady, if not forever,
one at a time; whatever, treats her right.
It’s not about him, feeding his ego,
the mirror’s turned 'round; he’s looking outside.
Strong, dependable, his arms a harbor,
she’s the prize - home of his heart and mind.
Males and females find him congenial;
he's at ease with business as with beer
n' baseball with the boys; hers, their cozy times.
Rock-steady in a storm; the one you can call.
Don’t let ‘em tell you he’s out of fashion:
I know several, one special, the kind.

copyright © Helga Ross 2003, 2006