Moves so gracefully,
Soft as the touch,
Mind filled with the rainbow,
Smile sweet like strawberries,
Heart sweet as plums.
A rose has no smell,
But looks so beautiful to the sight.
Like fire to the flame,
Ice to the water,
Fishes’ mouths move but no words,
Leaves with no branch,
Winter with no cold,
Heart to no mind,
House to no frame.
Shifting your thoughts to making it all about you.
Beautiful to the eyes, but what lies beneath?
Words dressed in sweetness, yet intentions unseen.
An ocean of thoughts, with no room for another.
Listening to respond, but never to understand.
Eyes that see but never notice.
Ears that hear but never listen.
Hands that reach but never hold.
A heart that speaks but never shows.
Giving the appearance of warmth, yet leaving others in the cold.
Standing among many, yet seeing only one.
Always finding the mirror, even when the reflection belongs to someone else.
Who are you, beneath all that I see?
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