Steel and Heart

Muscle beneath skin like tempered steel,

Eyes that hold stories of love and fight,

A misunderstood soul carved from grit,

Yet tender enough to cradle a child’s dreams.

They see the power and flinch,

But never the patience—the quiet guard,

The soft whimper when you’re down,

The fierce joy in every reunion.

Not just a breed, but a spirit—

A bridge between strength and grace,

Waiting to prove, again and again,

That love is the fiercest kind of fight.