The Rib of Mine

I saw a missing bone in His temple;
I wonder if she was the missing bone of mine;
The beautiful lip of her is red as apple;
Her two little morning eyes together shine;
Pinkish cheeks with two small curves are the cutest;
The smoothness of her hair flies;
The loveliness of her face is the best;
But for now, all those things are just lies;
A lie that actually hurts me;
For the sweetness of her love is far as mile;
Cause' I'm not sure if she's the rib that was taken out from me;
For the heart of mine is a heart of fragile;
Hard but breakable;
Able and not disable.