I’m.

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I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!

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  6. A deep sensitive heart will always be tender. Many men have learned how to shut off the tenderness that others hunger for, but you compel those who care to care deeper.
    Bless you Warren

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  10. I’m just a woman meant to nurture, built to endure, the true essence of love. My days marked by love’s steady march, always making space for you. You, who need comfort, you who seek warmth.

    There’s weight I carry, but my spirit remains unbroken, challenges stacked high, but my hopes untouched, strong in the faith of love. No room for bitterness, only love’s power to sustain. And when the stars fade, and the sun rises, love illuminates my heart’s every beat…

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