Hero of Agape

We had to write a love sonnet back in high school. I chose to write about a certain saint. Happy all saints!

Few times has our world beheld a hero,
when how crimson man’s heart can be is known.
Our blessing, a sister of Loreto,
graced the earth with a heart to melt cold stone.

A good hero does not, will not, rescue,
with the idea of rich future gain.
Our hero helped the ragged no one knew,
she helped heal the soul and calmed hunger’s bane.

But is her red heart enough, to follow
a will, that in this world offers nothing;
can her soul take the lives deeply hollow
and show that a smile means something?

What did she have, this sister, now mother,
which she gave full when she helped another?