September 29, 1998
We hear of him often
They watch for his face
That small scarlet flower
It's a continual race.
To us, he's a hero,
an adventurous man.
We wish we could see him -
a touch, if we can.
They speak of his kindness
and his piercing blue eyes,
his bravery and courage
at saving those lives.
The women all swoon,
the men have respect.
All of his followers,
an awe, in effect.
I know the truth,
I, his own wife.
The finest in the world,
he will do this for life.