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No Better Man

by DarkEyes
The arrogance and pride that's in his guise
Is etched upon his face for all to see;
As is that scornful look within his eyes
To silence wagging tongues, and fools to flee.
In crossing him to rage would but permit
Sharp arrows free from lips ~ a marksmanship.
It makes one cower due to lack of wit
In painful silence, watch him tear and rip.
Beneath this grim facade so few have seen,
It's built with care to form an iron shield;
Protect a gentle heart in peace serene,
Its rigid door will only to love yield.
I know! For in his heart I now reside,
There is no better man, I say with pride.

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