Blue eyes of porcelain glass, Hold back tears in breaking mass. Twisted are those locks of honey That become wheat when it’s sunny. Caring made her heart so bold, Yet fools knew of her story soon to be told. Around her feet are shards she cast. Oh look, she shed those tears at last. Yet still does her heart beat, Stitched with names that caused her defeat. One day those stitches shall dissolve, Leaving a scar in their wake, A love unresolved.