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I'm in touch with my emotions; I know my feminine side. My Metrosexuality Beats different drums inside. I use 'For Men' cosmetics And moisturise my skin Eclectic tastes in art display Complexities within. I balance my career and life And Family comes first. I love my kids, I love my wife (In bed, she too comes first) I'm proudly multi-disciplined My skillset-list attracts A wage that says for all to see "There's nothing my life lacks." So all this should be perfect But my life on show's a lie Though everything is rosy I simply want to cry. Indicative of this mad malaise Is the struggle I had to choose A rhyme for lie: to

She might not be a nice person. I know next to nothing about her except that she is beautiful.  Beautiful in a two-hours-before-the-mirror kind of way, with delicate strands of mascara so extending her eyelashes that they became a sort of trap, an eye magnet. She scanned the total visible surface of all who came towards her with the confident eye of a buyer who could afford any price but was in no hurry to make a purchase.  Perhaps the obscured lechery beneath her gaze was only in my imagination.  Perhaps it was real. When it came to my turn she lingered on my shoes.  They're not very impressive.  I'm not very impressive either.  I was clo

My unbrave heart in another's chest beats In he, as yet unknown, who shares your life. Such vague accomplishments of love, such feats As he shall raise, I will inspire, wife. His blessed eyes I will possess in truth Behind his lips my sacred, secret smile. My Affection, so unlegal in your youth Continues but through his unfettered style. Yet contemplating such unkind events, I shudder, and I shall not pass away Unbidded to your night; my soul prevents, At least not till my truth I dare to say: Though I wrongly made a breaking-hearted choice I must give unlived love a real voice.