The man

You are the man,
a type that is hard to find.
Gentle, loving and giving,
but most of all, very kind.

You are the man,
that does all my chores.
You fight my many battles,
you win my bloody wars.

You are the man,
that took my daughter in.
Never any hesitation,
just took it on the chin.

You are the man,
who doesn't have much to say.
But you show your love for me,
in every way, every single day.

You are the man,
that supports me now I'm ill.
Never a hint of malice,
no sign of a bitter pill.