My hero ever

That’s a beautiful and heartfelt tribute�"there’s admiration, nostalgia, and a touch of playful affection woven in. Here’s your poem, shaped with rhythm and emotion, while keeping your essence intact:

My Hero, Still

He stands with ease on either side,
Like a boy with answers, full of pride.
A face so young, a gaze so bright,
Yet bodies turn�"he’s quite the sight.

His charm, untouched by passing years,
Though thirty-six, he still appears
To hold the youth I once had known,
A man whose age is rarely shown.

Once thick with muscle, bold and grand,
Now time has softened strength’s command.
Yet in his speech, so clear, so wise,
He’ll mend a slip before it flies.

Twelve years have passed, and still I see
The same dear soul who walks with me.
Not old, not child, but something rare�"
My hero, always, everywhere.

Jessy Jacob