She’s a rock so she’s been told
The granite you would lean on sharp unapproachable?
Or the marble which promises warmth if only you touch
To radiate heat through it so sure that beneath
It’s surface runs some sort of ichor that you alone
Will find, set free
Needs a good man to pierce her outer layer
With an arrow to set free the fire within to make her warm
Oh no she chooses to be impenetrable
Since the hurricane which destroyed her almost
When she decided to mask herself unless she pierces
Her own skin by choice to show the flesh inside
Ailsa
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