I wonder what you really see,
When you look at me.
My hair, my eyes.
My track runner thighs.

Well I’ll explain it the best I can,
None of those things makes a real man.

What makes a man is a plan
To reach all goals the best way
He possibly can.
Occasional pitfalls
However, he has the drive to overcome them all.
Not fearing to shed a tear
when his road to life is not clear.
Never to neglect that towards all women
He must display his respect.

Concisely you wonder who is he.
Well to put it short,
Do not look any further. 
The man to love for life is me.