Girl.

I watch as the delicate flakes of snow
Fall upon such thin, frail shoulders.
Her skin glistens in the lamplight-
It's pale and sickly yellow beam.
Her other side is clear inside her eyes,
Such sweetness in the dead of night.
Some thoughts are theirs, some are her own;
She wears her heart upon her flesh.
A more loving creature you'll never know,
But in the darkness her fear is revealed
And we will bear the proof outside.
I would not have her any other way;
My wide-eyed, sweet and fragile love,
My burden and my breath.
She is my loving, living doll,
My heart, my mind, my temptation.
I would suffer hell for her, my black soul
Belongs to her, and hers is bound to mine.
Together we are one and wanted just the same.