With hair as red as blood and a soul as pure as a white rose, her heart is as fragile as the glass figurine's that most mothers keep in within their hold.
One wrong move and her heart will crack bit by bit, leaving a new wound and a scar to fill it's void.
With a voice as sweet as honey and a touch as soft as the softest of feathers, her tears fall and then shatter into nothing in a repetitive process until all is at least somewhat better.
With lips as sweet as candy and skin that is almost as dark as yours, you grasp her hand and bring it to your lips; only to place a soft kiss...
With her eyes sparkling like her favorite type of glitter, she cups your face and expresses her love with a peck on each of your cheeks and a sensual kiss on your lips.
Then these moments rewind and your left with loving a girl as fragile as glass...
