Pamper the woman . . . like a man in love. -Rg2
“What He Won’t Do”
Each man has his existential limitations
That threshold he simply will not cross,
Until he meets that exceptional woman
His unsuspecting heart reveals who’s boss
Bachelorhood has proven the safest of havens
Ask the tied man whose quiet desperation . . .
cries for a reverse walk up the aisle
An unspoken plea for emancipation
Having chosen carefully, even wisely
Or so he naively thought,
Why does time bring about a change?
A good fight to remain her apple he’s fought
Such is the mystery of the human relation
But if there is a single thing for sure,
There’s a pamperer inside each breathing man
And I’m elated to know he hasn’t a cure
The bachelor holds on to a fragile freedom
Once taken, never to be granted back,
Free agency is quite the precious thing
But what of the part that wants to unpack?
Lurking there, inside, the pamperer within
No, not at all, it’s no personality disorder,
From the lowest pauper to the highest high-roller
Powerless she renders his inner love avoider
Running away from commitment is he
Then she appears in the road ahead,
A detour presents itself an enticing escape
Her road less traveled he takes instead
Her eyes intoxicating, her spirit goddess-esque
“I’m here to enhance your life,” she exudes,
Suddenly his bank ledger is fully balanced
And gone away are the leery moods
What he won’t do for the phenomenal woman
Limitations, they become a thing of the past,
On bended knee her painter he becomes
His romantic instincts are deep and vast
What he won’t do for her, for sanctity of love
The line disappears, threshold dissipates,
Pamper-Her-Friday’s given whole new meaning
Tonight’s the first of a thousand first dates
A man in love . . . .
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Pamper the woman . . . like a man in love. -Rg2
© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®
Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 