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Within the circle of friends, a man stands apart,
With his virile attribute, he shines, he's a work of art.
An inner strength, an unparalleled pride,
In the garden of manhood, his virility does reside.
Like a sturdy tree with roots running deep,
His virile attribute, a symbol he keeps,
He carries this masculine essence with grace,
Granting him an aura, a remarkable place.
His courage and strength through trials do unfold,
Like fortresses, walls, stories of old,
Of his virility and his proud demeanor,
In adversity, he always emerges as a winner.
His virile attribute, a source of his might,
Not merely physical, but also a light,
It symbolizes masculinity within his soul,
A precious friend, a star, a fiery goal.
With respect and admiration, I gaze,
At this virile friend, noble in so many ways,
For in friendship, virility finds its true worth,
An invaluable treasure, a reward from our birth.
My love <3