A Real Man

A real man would call a girl beautiful instead of hot or sexy.
He would call her back when she hung up on him.
He'll stay awake just to watch her fall asleep.
Kiss her on the forehead.
Hold her hand in front of his friends.
He would constantly remind her of how much he loves her and how lucky he is to have her.
He would turn to his friends and say, " That is my baby."
A real man would cry in front of a girl.
He would wipe away her tears, hug her tight, and tell her that everything is going to be
alright.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 20, 2010 at 4:29 PM
Very true, nice poem Courtney
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January 15, 2010 at 11:07 AM
Ohmigod. your gonna make me cry haha im listening to Glitter by motley crue right now...its my song from my baby Nikki. He is a real man, fits everything you said right there. i miss him. hes my best friend. thanks for sharing this.
Sings Avatar
January 14, 2010 at 11:12 AM
NICE!!!!
Smith Avatar
January 13, 2010 at 9:15 AM
I have a real man and i love this poem! just makes me love him more
Nettles Avatar
December 22, 2009 at 11:45 AM
Nice poem, hope you find that real man you are looking for. you deserve one from what I notice.
Brown Avatar
December 4, 2009 at 8:53 AM
I have enjoyed reading your poetry today Courtney. Have a wonderful weekend filled with love and compassion for others. Inspiration is waiting for you grab it and write. Love, Carol
Wilcox Avatar
December 3, 2009 at 3:24 PM
AMEN!
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December 3, 2009 at 12:39 PM
Nicely written poem on a subject that more need to learn about. Keep the magical pen flowing. Sara
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