Iceheart

She has perfect skin, golden with Sun's rays;
Sparkling eyes, emerald like Ocean's waves;
Ebony hair, black as Raven's wings;
And a voice that shames angels when she sings.

You'd think her heart would be Love's domain,
Soft and warm like the first spring rain.
But this is Iceheart, beautiful in every way,
Yet her heart's a cold and icy gray.

She has elegant clothes, made of sparkles and silk;
Delicate shoes, soft as creamy milk;
Manicured nails, buffed to perfection;
Mirrors glow with her reflection.

You'd think her heart would be Love's domain,
Soft and warm like the first spring rain.
But this is Iceheart, beautiful in every way,
Yet her heart's a cold and icy gray.

She has phones and tablets, all the toys;
Along with dates with oodles of boys;
Adoring parents, popular friends;
Her life–blessings never end!

You'd think her heart would be Love's domain,
Soft and warm like the first spring rain.
But this is Iceheart, beautiful in every way,
Yet her heart's a cold and icy gray.

You may not have raven hair,
Or a face so lovely that people stare.
But here's a question; answer it true:
What kind of heart beats within you?