A poem from Jason (the character from one of my stories when he is older,)'s POV.
How can one who's lost know love?
How is it not her misery she thinks of?
Her life was ruined, but continues on
Even though her family's gone
Her secrets, her pains, her fall
Protected by a flaming wall
Who could say Miranda didn't try
To stop the fate of those who die
But she continues to save newly lost
Who have paid the same cost
She could hide in her despair
Or pretend she doesn't care
But she does neither of these
Listen to me, please
She remembers with hate
A time when life was great
But looks forward to the new
It's the best thing to do
She doesn't know it, my dear wife
But back in the day, she saved my life