Yours Fiercely Yet Lovingly, Red...

Undeterred the Red charges ahead...
The Red has dreams to fulfill;
Fearlessly ready to raid,
She keeps her instincts strong to kill.

She falls a few times,
Only to rise back again;
Enjoying her roller coaster ride,
She goes on charging even in the rain.

Despairs, failures, battles,
Have always been her play;
With guns in brains- she rattles,
And gallantly wades her way.

Strong, confident, powerful, yet soft,
What a blend of hues in her!
She sleeps on peril as her cot,
Yet see with closed eyes, fairies with myrrh.

She fights like gladiators,
And dances like princesses!
She wins head held high on her gaiters,
But, her love, she wonderfully caresses.

She lives to die like a brave heart,
And dies to live like a brave soul;
She was born never to be hurt,
And to enjoy devouring storms in her soup bowl.

Today, she is at a cross juncture,
Slightly, opaque for her eyes;
Yet, knowing her, I'm sure,
Her gait is firm, and decisions wise.

The Red will never let herself down,
And be the triumph on fire too;
The Red shall always be the Crown,
And be Red forever- only because of You!