Have you seen her soul under her veil?
No, you've not. I have
It has a yolk, an albumen and a glass shell
That scratches rarely and falls sometimes
Have you not see her mind under her heart
No, you've not. I have
It has a soul attached to a source of love
That trembles but never falls
Have you not seen her lately
She seemed disturbed, thrown aback
By how the world scratches her shell
Even while she adorns their less-adored life
