Rugged Beautiful

He was a rugged, beautiful man

With hands hard as his gaze

The wrinkle of his brow

And slight destruction of his hair

Proved himself to passerby

Not giving a second look

He was a rugged, Beautiful man

Ready to be seen by the world

But be heard by one

The ear of an angel is what he caught

And to hold with his hard hands

Was all he wanted

His hands proved to be rough

This rugged beautiful man

For he took them for granted

Throwing them against body and board

Banging, Bashing, Branding

Boasting their so-called strength

Until the angel shattered them.

His hand no longer hard

But soft and loose

The angel had broken him

Yet began to build him up again

Now a softness to his gaze

And a softness to his touch

He held the angel with these wounded hands

And asked for her to make him whole again

“In time” she said

As she took his hands and put them around her

“Hold me. Don’t you dare hurt me,” she said

As his bloody knuckles dripped across her soft body

He was a rugged beautiful man

Waiting for his chance to show the world

How tough he truly was

To show off his hard hands

And forward brow

But the angel softened him

Yet made him somewhat of a stronger being

This rugged beautiful man was broken down

And built back up again

Stronger now

But more delicate than before

Hands damaged but touched by an angel

Making him rugged; beautiful as ever