on the threshold of a dream
I called you my hero and that gave you pause.
You feared I'd be disappointed because
You are simply a man, gentle and kind...
My love, don't you know how hard that is to find?
With courage unequaled, you've risked your own life,
Did what you must though your years have been rife
With regrets, confusion, with tears you've not shed.
Hero status never entered your head.
Your pain you conceal by wearing your smiles.
For friends you would gladly go many a mile
With wallet wide open, with goodness to share,
With never a hint of sorrows you bear.
All that makes a hero, at least in my book.
It's shining through you, if we care to look.
God's finest creation, you're all that is right -
Heroes don't always wear spandex tights!