What's she like?

What's she like?
a thought,
I've hold too long;
But now,
I will sing this song.


She is a Rose,
so beautiful yet warm,
deep red, her velveteen petals,
lovely to behold,
innocently pretty,
growing in wilderness,
a coy damsel
oblivious of her own beauty.


She is a white pearl,
the blue ocean's infinity,
away from beauty or cruelty,
defining simplicity,
like no others,
a kind of rare breed,
crystal of milky white
eliminating darkness.


She is a free bird,
flying against the wind,
daring to dream,
claiming the sky,
quickly to move on
midst the orange rays,
writing her own fable,
fulfilling her fate.