Men, how proud it sounds - my man is my support, hope and trust. You, only you, are so strong that you make the rivers flow backwards. You conquer cities, you destroy the voices of enemies with one glance.
Men, please do not lose us, we are weak, gentle, a little cunning. Do not lose our love that elevates you above the propity. Love us. Love us as we are, tender, rough, sweet and bitter to the point of mouth.
Love us men. Love ...