Eyes that see, eyes that know
Eyes that feel, eyes that show
Shiny blackest of hair moves
Flows with the wind,
Reflecting Spring and Spring's fragrance
Playing with light, she plays in light
A pale white flower floats
In a cool pool of water
Her image doubled in a dark mirror
Doll
She is strawberries and cream
all that is sweet
She is my ceramic doll
the purest of all
Skin as tranquil as snow
Hair with the passion of fire
The frailest thing to be cherished
Eyes that demand desire