Little did I know that it were only the walls that I saw,
When I was looking at her excruciatingly pretty self,
The guards were held high and the roads were intricate,
Tried many a times, only to be retracing the footsteps,
The looks she gave, were as cold as snow,
Little did I know they would also melt,
Held upon the hands, and the flecks would disappear,
As would the walls, and the guards she kept.
Little did I know that she had a heart of gold,
Unmoved by the bravest and unseen by the greatest,
With a courage gathered over the years,
And a heart toughened by the scars that were left,
