Tears as brittle
As glass cascade lazily down
Her rosy cheeks leaving behind
Indelible outstanding imprints

They reveal  a brokenness
A vulnerability  that’s so
Sweet and scary almost
In equal measure

Her eyes know not the
Splendor of a radiant sparkle
They downcast and a
Shade darker than normal

Naivety meekness and innocence
Jostle unabated within her eyes bounds
But seldom if never
Do her fears see the light of day

Her eyes speak a dialect
That would mind boggle linguists
Of reasonable repute
And render them obsolete
She undoubtedly a goddess
Of pure emotion and acute sensitivity