Her, with coldest hands and warmest heart
Her, with the most beautiful smile and painful frown
Her, with the loudest laugh and silent cry
Her, with the tough facade but weak heart
Her, with the witty mind but vulnerable emotion
Her, with the straight body but bend faith
Her, with the strongest might but dimmest light
Within her eyes the sun rises and the moon rests
Within her hands its life she caress
Within her feet is the least bless
Just as life is about to crumple her strength never fail
She held within her arms the broken pieces
She made them safe as the heal
And let them go when they are healed
Just as all hearts are scattered everywhere
She gather them all and fix them by hand
She made them whole as if never broken
And let them be when she's done
She has all the worst pain anybody could bare
She has the coldest tear anybody could shed
She has the deafening cry inside her heart
Yet everything seems to be right within her eyes
Her perfection is yet the attraction
Her flaws and distraction is yet hidden
Within the cold tears at her pillow
Her beauty fades at night
As she write the starts for us