In the shadows where whispers dwell,
Women rise, casting off the spell,
Of hollow words and fleeting charms,
They seek a heart that holds no harms.

Not for the gold that glimmers bright,
Nor for the thrill of a stolen night,
But for a soul, steadfast and true,
A man whose word is a sacred hue.

No lies to weave a tangled web,
No cheating heart, no silent ebb,
For trust is a fortress, built on stone,
A bond unbroken, never alone.

They yearn for strength that cannot bend,
A spirit fierce, a loyal friend,
Not swayed by greed or lustful schemes,
But one who honors their deepest dreams.

In the dance of love, they seek the grace,
Of honesty’s warm, embracing face,
A partner who stands, unwavering, bold,
In a world where hearts can be bought and sold.

So hear this call, O men of worth,
Stand tall in truth, let love give birth,
To a bond that thrives, unchained, unscarred,
For in your honesty, their hearts are marred.

With every promise, let your actions align,
In the light of trust, let your spirits shine,
For women seek not just a fleeting thrill,
But a love that’s steadfast, a heart that’s still.

So rise, O men, with honor in hand,
Be the truth in a world so bland,
For in your strength, their spirits will soar,
A love unyielding, forevermore.