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.