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He'll understand about women
what few men seem to know
that she too is a river
unpredictable in flow.
He'll stand strong inside her currents,
be tender to her fears,
comfort her when sister moon
brings on odd tides of tears.
He'll cherish how she thinks of him,
like no magazine girl would,
He'll shiver in his luckiness
and admit that love is good.