In the quiet shadows of the night,
Where strength is not in muscle but in heart,
Lies a gentle giant, calm and bright,
Bearing burdens, playing every part.

His hands are calloused, yet soft in touch,
A paradox of steel and tender grace,
The world’s weight he carries, never too much,
In his embrace, we find a safe place.

Eyes like deep oceans, vast and profound,
Reflecting battles fought within his soul,
Yet in his laughter, a soothing sound,
Revealing a heart that love makes whole.

For masculinity’s not a rigid mold,
But a tapestry of strength and care,
A story of courage, quietly told,
A legacy of love beyond compare.