You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.

Her outward details may be beautiful,
Forged with delicate craftsmanship,
O, but she is a sharp weapon.
She is a sword sheathed in a golden scabbard.
Her hilt dipped in bronze.
She may look a damsel,
But she is all dragon.
She may seem a docile sea,
But she is volcanic beneath her glittering waves.