In the stillness of his path, he roams,
A lone wolf in a world of homes.
Unmoved by charms, by fleeting trends,
His focus sharp, his will transcends.

He does not chase, he does not plead,
For in himself, he finds all he needs.
Yet in his stride, a quiet might,
The feminine draws near to his light.

She sees in him, not just a flame,
But a force of truth, untamed, unclaimed.
Respect, she holds, in heart and mind,
For in his...