There’s something in the way he stands—
A quiet strength, not loud demands.
With eyes that see beyond the skin,
And words that warm the soul within.
His laughter’s low, sincere, and deep,
A voice where calm and courage sleep.
He doesn’t need to boast or fight;
His presence makes the wrong feel right.
He listens more than he replies,
With steady truth behind his eyes.
He lifts, he builds, he never shames—
A heart of gold, this man named James.
His hands are rough from work and care,
Yet gentle when he's truly there.
He’s kind to those who go unseen,
A quiet king without a queen.
He holds respect in every tone,
Stands tall, yet never stands alone.
For loyalty flows through his veins,
A faithful soul—his word remains.
Not just in looks, but how he moves,
In every act, his character proves
That strength is more than pride or games—
It's found in men like one called James.
A quiet strength, not loud demands.
With eyes that see beyond the skin,
And words that warm the soul within.
His laughter’s low, sincere, and deep,
A voice where calm and courage sleep.
He doesn’t need to boast or fight;
His presence makes the wrong feel right.
He listens more than he replies,
With steady truth behind his eyes.
He lifts, he builds, he never shames—
A heart of gold, this man named James.
His hands are rough from work and care,
Yet gentle when he's truly there.
He’s kind to those who go unseen,
A quiet king without a queen.
He holds respect in every tone,
Stands tall, yet never stands alone.
For loyalty flows through his veins,
A faithful soul—his word remains.
Not just in looks, but how he moves,
In every act, his character proves
That strength is more than pride or games—
It's found in men like one called James.
by Professor DIVA June 16, 2025