Grace Under Pressure

You never ask too much, and you say not much is ever asked of you,
You find it completely remarkable that so many have interest in all you do.
The sea of screaming faces, set like a painting on the screen, with you standing before them,
Smiling, unnerved and serene,
is truly a sight to see.

Breathtaking, so painfully handsome - though you shake your head and deny
that any woman should justly lay her eye on you - one can understand just why
you require so much protection. Imagine the uproar if one should ever dent perfection!
These things do not bother you,
for you are selfless, pure and true, and though you'd plead this not the case,
to gaze upon your heaven-sculpted face conjures only maddening love.
To gaze upon your captured repose, and take in every feature up close
causes many a sleepless night.

Then, to hear that silken voice, examine every gesture,
To see how you think, feel and speak,
To feel as though you speak and look solely upon us,
provides a kind of unknown pleasure,
So we keep your face, your voice and gestures
locked within our minds like treasures
waiting to be found again, and used in hours of daily leisure,
when thinking of you is not forbidden, when thinking of you
makes us free.

It's times like this one wishes you could see
the love that is felt so endlessly by those whose lives you enrich.
The most remarkable thing of all about you is not what you do,
but who you are.
It doesn't matter what others see, what others try to make us read -
we know it is just like he said; we know that, by all means and measures,
you are the epitome of grace under pressure.