Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken

Poem 62

"The weak woman,
was strong,
she took the pain,
like a rock.
Climbed mountains,
drowned in storms.
the woman was much more.
Beauty,
a rose with thorns,
comes with a price.
it always hurts.
a sun, she was,
there is ice,
in her soul.
unforgiving and
kind,
the weak woman,
was strong."