Why do men do what they do,
see what they see,
or live like they live?
In my most honest opinion,
I think they’re all beautiful
I guess it is why never really had a “type”
There is something extraordinary
under all that masculinity, and seriousness
Beneath all that is made up of the “perfectionist”
The “prideful”
The “rugged” and “refined”
or a diamond in the rough
We tend to take it all for granted
We try to mold it, change it
Have you ever thought to just watch it unfold?
Have you ever daydreamed about it,
or have seen what is in their eyes?
I guess I just empathize too much with it
I mean,
at times it can be visually captivating,
and internally pleasing
Simple, but yet complicated at the same time
Full of eagerness and undying hunger
With a bit of dirt mixed with some sweat & blood
Raw to the point
Full of wonder
Masters of protection, and unforgettable love
that can be wild and free at any given moment
They are hearts tainted with so much beautiful imperfections
that is only made
because of the doubt they have of their perfection

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez