Sad eyes outweighed by a heartwarming smile

Subtle curves and a fine stature that she hasn’t learned to appreciate

Soft skin, but don’t be fooled, for her calluses lie beneath

Soft spoken, until she simply can’t hold her tongue

Kind words, but when provoked, she’ll spit daggers

Soft coils that spring out every which way

A gentle touch, one that mends your heart and your mind

A pure heart, tainted by spiteful souls

High cheek bones, ones of a Cherokee woman

High maintenance, only not with material things

But give her time, and patience, and i’m sure

You’ll love her.