A man's beauty is a chiseled form, a strength that's honed and true
A reflection of his inner soul, a heart that's brave and new
His eyes, like sapphires shining bright, sparkle with a gentle light
A smile that curves his lips, a joy that banishes the night
His skin, like bronze in sun's embrace, a canvas of character and grace
A beauty that's both rugged and kind, a wonder that takes its place
His spirit, a flame that burns so bold, a fire that guides and inspires gold
A man's beauty is a gift, a treasure to behold and know
In every man, a beauty lies, a unique and precious find.
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