She is an Idea
She is not glass.
She will not shatter if you fail to hold her. She is not as fragile as she seems.
She is not rock.
She will not let you see her as heartless, void of emotion.
She is not fire.
She will not let you look at her in a mesmerizing way, and only to become fearful if you get too close.
She is not water.
She will not drown you when her thoughts become too deep for you to float on.
She is not sunshine.
She will not allow anyone to use her as they will, and only to claim that she is destruction.
She is not moonlight.
She will not let anyone cry out to her, and only to leave her the next day, pretending she does not exist.
She is an idea.
She will not let anyone view her as anything else. However poetic or romantic, she refuses to be confined by an object. She is neither fire nor water. She is both. She is neither sunshine nor moonlight. She is both. She is none of these yet all of these. She is more.
She is an idea defined by her own.
