Landscape And Poetry

On one hand

On one hand, she looks strong, cool and collected like she is ready for anything or anyone. This is what she appears to most people. But I know something most people do not. She is also weak. My lips could melt her, make her weak on the knees. Someone I should protect, keep close to my arms. She is gentle and fragile, she can break and let her emotions sweep her away easily. Both sides of her I find attractive.