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You bear the insolence of petty minds,
And brave the searing, stinging, hate you face.
Undaunted by malevolence defined,
To form a perfect jewel of poise and grace.
Encompassed midst a sea of selfishness,
How quickly we succumb to vengeful thought.
And yet throughout your life of vile duress,
You’ve yielded not despite what pain is brought.
So staunch and firm beside the roaring tide,
No pity sought, no feeble victim’s stance,
At every turn the urge to quit denied,
And every life you’ve touched, enriched, enhanced.
Most heroes live in mythic lands of yore,
My sweet is mine, and must be evermore.