young, bold and red,
like a fresh gem named ruby,
a stone of justice and perfection,
attractiveness and confidence within,
like nobody could see and predict certainty.
I see your scars through your eyes,
they are glassy and fear of disappointment,
they are watered neither in joy or harmony,
they are always awaken and sleepless,
nevertheless you act like there is always tomorrow.
you cover smiles with powdery cheeks,
Yes you are an awesome woman I had never seen,
that tiny little tiring body is unbeatable,
you are armored by destiny and small calling,
of that little boy on his 4 years life time old.
so called bad past, broken and bleed,
with or without scars you are still moving,
your words are firm and with spell of truth,
your dreams are stars but your move are light speed,
opportunities are ahead and you will mount on it.
The stone of ruby, like how the name is a destiny,
a precious dearly truthful woman with high energy,
no wonder whatever things happen with your life,
you are lighted by God and your courage ever be.