In the quiet dawn, he stands alone,
A fortress built of silent stone.
His heart a sea, vast and deep,
Where whispered dreams gently sleep.

Strength is not in loud display,
But in the courage to find one’s way.
A tender touch, a gentle hand,
Guiding softly through life’s sand.

Amidst the storm, he holds his ground,
In patience, his true strength is found.
A silent promise, firm and true,
In every breath, he starts anew.

Through shadows cast by ancient fears,
He walks with grace, dispelling tears.
For in his heart, a light does shine,
The gentle power of the masculine divine.