Crafted: Neither Bitter Nor Bold

In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men 

She crafts a friend 

To begin again 

Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides

Ears of elm to listen to the wind 

Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast 

A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter 

Legs of iron, to stand on their own two feet 

Arms of steel, shoulders of brass

A friend to have and hold 

Backbone made of gold 

Support for the soul

What she made was herself 

Neither bitter nor bold

Calm and simple like the maker to its mold

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