Fragile like porcelain

Your skin as delicate as lilies,

And spotless as a dove

Your lips as luscious as the center of a rose,

Turns the world into ravenous bees

Your face is an orient pearl,

With cheeks round such as a child's

With the luster in your eyes to match

The serene grace as you move

Commands a militia of twisting tickling snakes beneath the skin

but you don't see any of this

and so …

you could not see me