Crown fit, hair silk, eyes filled, tears spill. She rules her world but not her emotions, she radiates light bit lives in in the darkness. She wishes for more but her more is less. Her heart is heavy, frail at best. But to us she is happy, she’s never been sad, she’s up and canny and never looks bad. We wish for her but she is far away, lost in her thoughts, a yonder place. She is hiding her pain but it is slowly showing, I wish you would know how we behold there, your ambiguity is becoming more unambiguous, she is precious to us for how she appears, she represents the one that wish to be free, she is perfect to behold, graceful to see but depressed to a pulp. How can this be?