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.