A Real Hero Is Like A Notebook

A real hero holds many pages of insight, Above every line of time he keeps his height, Margins of his soul keeps our needs in an sacred treasure, Where once unlocked he will serve you in a way which you can't measure, Though we write red in anger, On every ruled line he takes it like a keeper, Though we write in blue with sadness, On every ruled line he hears you with a mental compactness, He writes in return in yellow with happiness, From your teardrops the sentence glows in an enchanted liveliness, He writes in return in sepia with nostalgia, From your teardrops the sentence tells you that he is a requisite euphoria, The pages are countless so your life with him or her, Where every page may or may not end with a cheer, Now he's gone without any kind of issues, Indeed, he still writes in you like an immortal muse.