It's hard to believe,
What a cut of the hair,
Can do to a woman, and,
To your self-esteem,
It's an amazing feeling,
To share with the one,
You love,
Encouraging, and,
Detrimental at the same time,
Confidence to spare,
Blossoming into a carnal reaction,
From the other sex,
That is very random,
A shave and trim of the facial hair,
Has the same reaction,
A bold statement to analyze to begin with,
And one to finish with,
Going separate ways, like a part of the hair,
A source of pure distraction,
A matrix bound partner in this story, adios.
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Awww, what a beautiful tribute to the Haircut Loved it!