Her smile is like a rainbow,
Her laugh is nothing like a crow,
Her face is like the bright sun,
Her hair like dreams on the run.
But behind her bright countenance
Hides a pain like a piercing lance
And tears dot her cherub-like face
When the pain increases to a striking mace.
Heavy rivulets of tears
Roll down her face like twin rivers
The ice-cold bud on the frozen smile
Would break if not treated well.
Her heart aches behind her radiant smile
And her mind broken beyond the crack of a mile.
Her bright countenance hides the hurt within,
And her aching heart never meant to win.
Nevermind the saint-tempting bribes she’s offered
To take away her pain, is what she’s always wanted.