She lives
To pour herself, every last thought
To spend herself so
Because that is all she knows.

She lives
To breathe, every life giving breath
To cause a soul to fiercely glow
Because that is all she knows.

She lives
To recede, to the ideal in her head
To hang on to the true, inspite of severe blows
Because that is all she knows.

She lives
To be seen, by a pair of searching eyes
To collect kindred spirits in her tow
Because that is all she knows.

She lives
To wipe, the already lived past
To magnanimously, precious dreams sow
Because that is all she knows

She lives
To welcome, with gentle smiles
To reap rewards, she cultivated with a hoe
Because that is all she knows

Thus Ayn Rand made
Brave and young hearts with innocent joy beam
She freed them of hopelessness, rejuvenated them with dreams
Flashed the straight path into their view
She lived to make a new world, because that is all she knew

Madam Anonymous

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xx-an-ode-to-a-genius/