Men do nоt know how to love.
They follow no romantic rules.
They always think they are above
of all of the courtesy tools.
Men always follow their desire,
Determined by their hormone state.
Their wishes are always on fire
And their fulfillment should be on a plate.
They do not write a verse, or a ballad
They do not even sing a serenade.
A woman, serving steaks with a salad
Is found to be most proper, good and great.
Men tend to sleep all sunrises away,
After having all their deals done.
They even do not know what to say,
When women want forever, men want fun.
Men and women tend pairing into kits,
Pretending they are struck by love
But if their nature somehow fits
It is a greatest blessing from above.
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