many believe in her <br />her courage and durability <br />she is like a strong wood <br />and she has become an instrument <br />for hitting those who are weak and <br />faithless and hopeless and <br />brokenhearted <br /> <br />i like her truly <br />her threshold for tolerance <br />i consider as beyond mine <br />she knows how to keep pain and not show it <br />she, is, i think, stronger than steel <br />even platinum <br />her flexibility is duly noted <br />in fact, she is also elastic as rubber <br />and too fluid as <br />liquid occupying every empty <br />space <br />finding her own level <br />or i can always compare her <br />to air <br />occupying almost everything <br /> <br />she is also a mystery <br />Rose, such a beauty, <br />exuding the scent of a lovely day <br />on a chain of rosy colors <br />Red Rose <br /> <br />until one day, <br />when everything glorious about her was said <br />all plaques of appreciation given <br />all trophies of her victories for such virtues shown <br />all medals for her valor handed <br /> <br />until one day <br />(and this i cannot explain <br />till now) <br /> <br />until one day <br />while on a cruise ship at the Atlantic <br />she jumped into the raging ocean confronting the storm <br /> <br />and then she was forever <br />gone.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-named-rose/
