The Respect of a Man

My fingers understand their place
In a gentleness formed on the fondness of face
In a melding and motion never meant out of place
My fingers understand their prescient place
Because in my hands the respect of a man
Never wrong in my thoughts, just respect of a man
Ding all that he thinks and all that he can
In a gentleness warmed in the form of a face
In all that I feel, in all that I am
Always fervently feeling
The respect of a man

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