My self people cannot see, so this I write to define me.
For my self, children are a special joy,I say they are not as part of a ploy.
My self fears to be misunderstood and thought absurd so on this I brood.
My eye follows a woman's every curve, not in lust but because they are a pleasure to observe.
My gaze is not meant to embarrass or as an insult or to harass.
The most beauty and pleasure I could hope to find, lies within a woman's eyes. The rare glimpse I get is a special prize.
Because the eyes are the window to the soul, to look into a woman's eyes takes all my self-control.
To admit to all the little things which I enjoy would have man deny me, an idea with which I toy.
My self must stay hidden in my armor, to hide my sensitivity. For I would rather woman label me cold than man label me with disloyalty, a thing untrue to me.
My self cannot credit woman with a mind or heart or plea, to do so would deny my armor's reality.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.