To Moses a Very Special Friend

A child of the sun, coldness she knew not. But the heat of the moment, dependent always uneasy but of passion, resplendent. The sun in setting, a lady she was not. A flower to compare but a rose inapt. More an orchid, a beauty of the tropics. Or a frangipani, a temptation in her frolics. Chimera of the sun, at night a woman entrap. Loving, generous but of men she had flaws. Our rock in troubles, our source of muscles. Joy and laughter in her weird world of tussles. But hurt her friends, a tigress with claws. Rest in peace beautiful Rina, our handsome Moses. A beloved child of the sun, who loved roses.