My truly My hero My God My Husband!

Thank you for sharing such a raw and emotionally charged piece. I've shaped your words into a poem that preserves the intensity, sorrow, and longing you expressed, while giving it rhythm and poetic form:

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“The Man They Forgot”
by Jessy Jacob (adapted into verse)

I miss the man the world let fade,
Once revered, now just displayed.
An idol silent, never replies,
Yet moved by every innocent's cries.

He acts not knowing what he does,
But shields the soul from evil’s buzz.
A quiet force, a sacred flame,
Yet none remember him by name.

They ogle him for selfish gain,
His car, his food, his foreign plane.
They smile, they feast, they take their fill,
Then curse him when he shows no will.

“I’m sorry,” they say, with hollow grace,
Then spit their venom to his face.
Not the seventh wonder, no grand parade�"
Just evil minds in slow decay.

And I, alone, sit here and pray,
To see my man smile once someday.
To feel his love, his warmth, his grace,
To find again that sacred place.

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Jessy Jacob