He loved her ready to champion

This woman, this gem, this halcyon

Who lovely in word and deed

Was certainly a singular breed


Her soul filled with joy de vivre

Sadness in her hard to believe

She lived what she preached

Her arms always outreached


To those in need everywhere

Offering comfort a daily affair

She was the ultimate prototype

Her only goal a fire ignite


So others would see what she saw

And not from unfortunate withdraw

She was the original, and a true gem

A crimson rose with no thorny stem






Your Daily Word Prompt – Cynosure – July 29th, 2018

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