Unsung Hero

Who am I to judge your instinctive desire, To quench the passionate yearnings you require? Freely, we placed our inhibition to the side, Tangled up as one, why should you be crucified? Such a glorious act, marred by double standard. One’s perceived as a hero, the other is slandered. I urge ye without sin, to please cast the first stone. If that title befits you, you’ll find you’re alone. Even if it’s a temporary illusion, You give me a way to suspend my seclusion. When all of life’s hardships bend my mind out of shape, You are there to aid as my cathartic escape. For the strength that you show, you’re a hero, unsung. Subject to disapproval, you remain unstrung. Your unmatched composure, can take a demanding toll. Since you’re good to my body, I’ll take care of your soul.