Lone Star Boy

In the quiet of his study, he savors the scent

Of fine cigars, the curling smoke lingering

In the still air like a whispered love song

As he traces the lines of a well-worn rifle,

Its polished wood warm beneath his touch.

Outside, his Ram 1500 Lone Star Edition

Stands proud and rugged in the fading light,

A symbol of his bold spirit, his wild heart

That thrills at the roar of the engine,

The thrill of the open road stretched out before him.

But amidst the comforts of his manly pursuits,

There is a softness in his eyes when he speaks

Of his wife, his rock, his guiding star,

Who tempers his rough edges with her grace,

Whose touch is his truest pleasure, his greatest treasure.

For in this man of guns and smoke

Lies a heart as vast and deep as the Texas sky,

A man who loves fiercely, wholly, completely,

In every exquisite detail of his rugged soul.