Oh! My snowy girl we are china and bronze!
You! Oh you are china, brittle, cold, fragile and sharp and painful,
When you shatter you make me bleed, despite my bronze armour.
Your white splinters, your jagged shards slip under my metal,
dig into my flesh and draw lines of rose scented heart blood
My bronze armour, sword and shield, do nothing against your thorns of china,
your delicate, cold nature
your sharp and fractured soul.