The color of cream

A soft white

But be to rough with it

And it will slice you

With a clean cut

Skin the color of paper

Soft and creamy

Holding my heart

Folding it like paper

Making it whole

Completing my heart

Her with the soft skin

I give her my soul

I give her my heart

I giver her my mind

But her with that beautiful face

doesn't know

How I long to hold her

And love her