Her

Skin is white
Untouched by sun
Soft as silk
By soft worm spun

Scents of honey
Milk and cream
A living treasure
A breathing dream

Eyes with secrets
A smile that lies
A broken doll
That never dies

Will of iron
Spine of steel
Slow to break
Hard to heal

The tears are salt
The anger spice
The thoughts on fire
The blood is ice

Silk and steel
Hold a spirt thats bold
With heart encased
In marble cold

A being tangled
In its confused soul
Its rightful place
Still an unfilled hole