Last Sundering Night

What would you say
Would makes a man a man?
Is it how he looks into the storm's eye?
Or how he will swim an ocean wide
To simply look into his lovers eyes?

Does it come through pride, dignity or strength?
Or can it be said to be where emotions tread?
Which is the path that he will take,
For glory, pain or simple appeasement?
It will all rest on the road of his heart

What would you think,
Makes a woman a woman?
Is it her caring nature, to love and protect?
Or how she may spend a lifetime looking
And yet rarely finding the person to complete her?

Can it come with trying, with kindness or grief?
Or does it lie beyond the realm of logic thought?
Only a woman will ever know how she must feel
In the throes of passion, her love is sealed,
To spend an eternity entwined together

But my friends remember one thing, if nothing at all
Life cannot be spent in squalor and filth
There can be nothing to match the intimate love
And may you ask yourself, near to the end
Did you spend your love as you should?

At the very end, as you will see,
Nothing special makes a man or woman,
It is simply the feelings they have embraced
That will lighten up the lamps of heaven
Because without them the last sundering night
Would be the darkest night of all.