Kind eyes only saw his porcelain  skin
Lightly skipping over the harsh pounding in his soul
Why she was so touched by his iced hands,
She would not tell
But she sees now whom she loved
Whom she let steal her heart
Protect your heart child,
Don't let it be borrowed and beat
Truth hurts
But not nearly as much as heartbreak
battered by love;
Torn from all she knows
Afraid to love
Afraid to cry
Bruised from his faults
She only sees his shiny, porcelain skin