A Vietnamese Woman

I met a vietnamese woman in the C.B.D She looked little, though, but truly dainty We talked over fates and one's lot I found her charitable and thoughty The buddhism allotted her classy Which brought the meeting a bit lucky I imagined she might be an embodiment Delivering me courages from unseen By firm beliefs impressed me to follow And by intelligence and courage to win I believed making miracles can be possible As long as mastering the life's essence She is an Vietnamese I've only met By the meeting, empathy and courage I had