Warmth

Her words are whip that pierces through your bones

but her touch is like a caress to your soul.

Her heart died a hundred times from her battles with despair

but through love it rises from the ashes of sadness.

She may look fearless; tough as nails from the outside

but her heart is fragile as glass from the inside.

Her eyes are the windows to her soul

her smile, the reflection of her heart.

Her temper; a violent, raging storm.

But her love is fire.

An uncontrollable force.

Ever burning.

Ever warm.

And if you can't handle her fire

You don't deserve her warmth.