The Father's work is shown. In his scraping off the dirt of men like me. Forming us into gentleman deserving of women like mine. In her presence I am inspired with strength. In her absence I am inspired with the confidence that my woman loves me. I go into battle knowing that I will fight well. For I have my love to return home to. She honors my victories and weeps with me as she tends my wounds from defeat. She is my woman and I her man. If I should die tomorrow she knows where I stand.
FenniganT 8/4/10
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