{"id":3046,"date":"2025-02-03T12:08:55","date_gmt":"2025-02-03T12:08:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3046"},"modified":"2025-02-03T12:08:59","modified_gmt":"2025-02-03T12:08:59","slug":"a-faithful-man-a-rare-breed-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/a-faithful-man-a-rare-breed-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"A Faithful Man, A Rare Breed by walking shadow poetry."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>They say, <em>all men cheat.<\/em><br>Like it\u2019s written in stone, like it\u2019s a fact of life,<br>Like loyalty is a language they just can\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But pause. Breathe. Think.<br>Is faithfulness a myth, or is it a choice?<br>Because I\u2019ve seen men stand firm when temptation whispers,<br>I\u2019ve seen men walk away when the easy road called.<br>I\u2019ve seen men love with their whole hearts,<br>Not just with their words, but with their actions too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let\u2019s talk about those men.<br>The ones who choose commitment, even when no one is watching.<br>The ones who don\u2019t see love as a game, but as a promise.<br>The ones who understand that faithfulness is not about <em>lack of options,<\/em><br>But about <em>making the right choice, over and over again.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Some stay loyal because they know love is sacred,<br>Because trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild.<br>Some remain faithful because they respect their partner,<br>Because they understand that real love isn\u2019t just about moments,<br>It\u2019s about consistency. It\u2019s about showing up, every single day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then, there are those who choose faithfulness<br>Not because they have to,<br>Not because anyone is checking,<br>But because their word is their bond,<br>Because their heart beats to the rhythm of integrity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, no, not <em>all men cheat.<\/em><br>There are men who love deeply,<br>Men who stay true,<br>Men who fight for what they have instead of seeking what they don\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And to those men,<br>The ones who choose honor over impulse,<br>The ones who protect hearts instead of breaking them,<br>The ones who prove that real love still exists&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Thank you.<\/strong><br>For proving that faithfulness is not a fairy tale,<br>But a decision made every single day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>@admin<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"I LOVE YOU POEM\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/4eRM1hU8Hgk?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They say, all men cheat.Like it\u2019s written in stone, like it\u2019s a fact of life,Like loyalty is a language they just can\u2019t speak. But pause. Breathe. Think.Is faithfulness a myth, or is it a choice?Because I\u2019ve seen men stand firm when temptation whispers,I\u2019ve seen men walk away when the easy road called.I\u2019ve seen men love [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3047,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[121,97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,61,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-3046","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenwords","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/pexels-photo-1484771.jpeg?fit=867%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2645,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/its-okay-to-walk-away-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":3046,"position":0},"title":"It\u2019s okay to walk away by walking shadow poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"September 9, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I know it hurts,I see the way you\u2019ve been holding on,to a love that once felt so certain,to a person who used to feel like home.But now you're left wondering,in the silence that never speaks,in the missed calls,the unread texts,the empty spaces they leave behind. 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