Beautiful Object

She woke up from bed in a white frock.
Scattered curly hairs on shoulders drop
Her astonished untouchable beauty

Her body like wax and face like sparkling flame.
Curtains on the window block light.
Keeps one leg on the floor, half awake.

Opening her blue eyes completely, deep like an ocean.
Emotions cannot be evaluated from the surface.
The beautiful miseries she hides.

She walks like a lady.
Seeing herself in the mirror.
More flawless skin she had, more protection.

Her flame is so warm for hearts.
Lust drives in arms.
She is kept saved in a room.