Rebecca from Eureka

A Single Rose

Not a dozen but a single rose.
My Rebecca, one of a kind.
On a wooden lattice,
Her arms you will find.

Milky roses with a faded trim.
Decorate her winding vines.
Moving slowly, climbing,
Climbing to my heart.

Rebecca, one of a kind.

Doe

A lonely, cautious doe.
She hides in the high pines.
Never comes for water by day.

At dusk, she descends.
Reaching the lower waters.
And into my arms, my love.

Stubborn

A beauty of a liberal.
She runs the sky
To change the world.
From north to south,
Stubborn.

The poor, the desperate
She defends. Never fearing
To change the world.
Stubborn.