You've seen my care, but you haven't seen my flare,
The anger that burns when life seems unfair.
You’ve felt my calm, gentle and mild,
But not the rage that simmers, reviled.

You've seen my patience, steady and slow,
Yet not the fury in the depths below.
You’ve watched my kindness, soothing and sweet,
But not the heat that sears beneath.

You've seen my grace, serene and pure,
But not the wrath I silently endure.
You’ve known my love, tender and true,
But not the storm that brews for you.

You've seen my care, the warmth I share,
But the hidden flames remain unaware.
For beneath the calm, a fierce heart seethes,
With a flare that never quite leaves.
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