A bolt of cloth, a tailor's art,
Begins where measurements will start.
A length of worsted, fine and deep,
Holds secrets that the threads will keep.
The canvas, hand-stitched to the chest,
A foundation for a lifelong quest.
The lapel rolls, a perfect peak,
The eloquence that cloth can speak.
The jacket drapes upon the frame,
A silhouette that stakes a claim.
Not for swagger, not for show,
But for a quiet, steady glow.
The trousers break upon the shoe,
A line that's classic, tried and true.
A crease as sharp as any wit,
Where form and function duly sit.
It is an armor, soft and light,
For moving nobly through the night.
For boardroom battles, love professed,
When I must simply be my best.
It does not shout, it need not cry,
It merely lets the man reply.
With quiet confidence and grace,
And find his rightful time and place.
Esse, non videri.
(Gomel. 2026 yr.)
Suit for Gentleman
© Copyright: Андрей Варнин, 2026
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