Porcelain Doll

He looks through a person's eyes
But it's diamonds he cries
They decorate his porcelain face
Sometimes this mask is merely misplaced
Time has been gentle to him
Wither not his angelic skin
Never tarnished with rosy cheeks
Music whispers when he speaks
His heart is held for everyone to see
Hands that hold it belong to me
Wears anything yet looks like a doll
Perfect like a mannequin in the mall
His golden hair was perfectly made
Painted colors of the nicest shade
His careless hands hold a key
The heart it opens belongs to me
He does not walk, he seems to glide
But he looks through a person's eyes