Things are not what they appear to be

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Her eyes, her glory,

Fierce and strong

Within the power of a thousand suns

Burning, consuming, illuminating

Look closely and you will see

Hydrogen plumes burst across the surface

Attempting but unable to escape… the force

The power

A power so fierce

That the line

separating control and chaos

seems always a hairs breath from snapping

Her elegant jaw

Strong

Cutting

Sharp and savage

Firmly set, confidence exudes

Her lips, her mouth

So elegant in form

A hidden smile can bring joy

As easy as

An interpreted smirk destroys

Her body

Finely fashioned

Reflects the discipline

The will

Of determined eloquence

With hands made strong

To firmly grasp

Or just as easily

Let go

Arms, legs

Torso too

Carved from elegance 

Formed by her own hands

That exudes a lethal beauty

But things are not as they appear to be

In her eyes lie the gift of life,

And comfort that endures

Her jaw so sharp tamed by love

Lends its support to those she lifts

Her lips, so soft, so tender

Her mouth giving life to words

That express her cherish

To all that she lets in

Her body

Firm yet soft

Chisled yet supple

Hard

Yet soft

So very very soft

That every touch

Comforts

And lingers

But things are not as they appear to be

For her true glory

Her true might

Is all covertly

hidden from sight

Revealed to whom

And when she chooses

For she knows all too well

Their power

Her cunning wit,

That captures, ensnares

Puzzles, as it pleases

That searches for answers

That draws out life

And brings forth too

A renaissance eternal

If it’s revealed to you

Her heart

So tender, so kind

Though ripped, torn, and crushed at times

Most often by others

Sometimes her too

Never fails to open freely, ready to give

She will give ‘till it hurts

And continue on

In defiance of pain

For her heart, it knows no other

Hidden behind the façade of ‘Big girl’

Is a little girl, who at times longs to laugh

Longs to run, longs to simply play

If she is so lucky

To play

For a moment

…if only for a moment

The facets finely tuned,

are too numerable to mention

her finer points

her uninhibited spirit

But as I said

Of the little truth I know

Comes only from what she chooses to reveal

I know that there is so much more, and

That things are not what they appear to be…

…they are even deeper and better.