You build your mountains stone by stone,
A silent queen upon a throne
Of patience, grit, and earned design,
A patient architect of time.

The path is steep, the air is thin,
Yet steadfastly you strive within,
For every step, though slow and grave,
Is mastery you slowly save.

The world below sees peak and snow,
But not the roots that grip and grow
Deep in the earth, a hidden might
That conquers chaos with pure light.

Born under Saturn's stern, cool gaze,
In winter's depth, through crystal days,
You hold a quiet, potent grace,
A structured, yet interstellar space.

Your dreams are not of fleeting spark,
But monuments against the dark.
A legacy in mortar set,
A vow the heart will not forget.

The Sea-Goat knows both earth and sea,
The tangible and what may be,
And climbs the cliff 'twixt shore and sky
With purpose in her steady eye.

They call you reserved, a heart of stone,
But depth of feeling you have known
Is guarded like a precious gem,
A private, deep, diadem.

Your love is not a shouting stream,
But bedrock truth, a lasting theme.
A loyalty both strong and sure,
An anchor, steadfast and secure.

So let them see the sturdy shore,
The disciplined and thoughtful lore.
Your poetry is in the climb,
The measured, magnificent, earned rhyme.