He loved her ready to champion
This woman, this gem, this halcyon
Who lovely in word and deed
Was certainly a singular breed
Her soul filled with joy de vivre
Sadness in her hard to believe
She lived what she preached
Her arms always outreached
To those in need everywhere
Offering comfort a daily affair
She was the ultimate prototype
Her only goal a fire ignite
So others would see what she saw
And not from unfortunate withdraw
She was the original, and a true gem
A crimson rose with no thorny stem
