The Seraphim

You sit out quietly,
You do not say a word.
You are content just to see,
The happiness in their eyes,
That happiness you have brought them.
You are forever giving.
You are selfless, that you are.
Why does the world not see you,
For the beauty that you are?
The world sees only anger.
The world sees only fear.
The world sees only power.
These things have no part in you.
No part in your perfection.
It would seem no mortal hatred,
Ever grazed your pretty face.
You are an angel, a saint,
Why does the world call it weakness?

When did gentleness become wrong?
You are no coward!
That is not what you are!
You are beautiful!
So to you this poem is written,
To you the bravest by far.
Quatre Reberba Winner, the most noble of all.