He doesn’t rush; his pace is calm,
A steady presence, a soothing balm.
Not just in words but in what he will do,
A gentleman’s love, both kind and true.

He opens the door, not for show or praise,
But because in his world, respect always stays.
It’s in the way he listens, the way he sees,
Not a damsel, but a queen—he bows with ease.

His strength is quiet, a power restrained,
No games to be played, no hearts to be stained.
He’ll walk beside her, not ahead, not behind,
With a hand that’s steady, with a heart refined.

When she speaks, he doesn’t just hear,
He absorbs her words, makes her feel near.
He knows her strength and holds it with care,
A love like this is eternally rare.

It’s not the suit or the tie that defines his grace,
It’s the honesty etched in his gaze, in his face.
The way he protects without being asked,
The way he’s present, completing the task.

A gentleman’s love is a steady flame,
No power plays, no fleeting game.
In a world that’s loud, his silence is gold,
In his arms, her stories are tenderly told.

For this is the man she’ll welcome inside,
A soul who’s gentle, yet full of pride.
Not in himself, but in all that she’s done,
A true gentleman knows: together, they’re one.