Some Men
Some men offer bouquets
of words arranged so sweetly,
fragrant petals that soon wither
in vases without water.
The candy some men bring,
so dark and bittersweet,
will melt too soon in daylight,
and belie the heart-shaped box.
Others burn with passion-
spontaneous combustion-
leave cold ashes in the morning
to sweep up and throw out.
Some men are too perfect,
polite with polished shoes,
wear dashing black tuxedoes
to clothe the void inside.
The best men bring you honor,
strange flaws and imperfections,
those gruff boys with soft centers
offer love without conditions.
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