She doesn’t know how strong she is,
Made of steel wreathed in ice,
Her heart is made for loving,
But it’s been smashed and broken thrice.
Her strength is in her smile,
In the way she holds his gaze,
But she doesn’t know her own power,
Her eyes reveal a depth of sadness,
A melancholy dipped in pain,
Yet put her in the sunlight and watch her flower.
Adamantium and mithril have nothing on her
This woman forged in fire,
She is something special,
A demigoddess in human attire.
I suppose somehow she knows this,
Somewhere deep inside,
She is aware of her amazing immutability,
But the world has convinced her,
She is made of softer stuff,
One day she’ll notice her own nobility.
She stood upon the mountain thence,
The lava flowing down,
She was not hurt or changed,
But refined and empowered in her crown.
He knows she is well beyond him,
But that is half the fun,
She is lightning and thunder,
And holding her if only for a moment,
Would be heavenly and defining,
Even if she’s so strong she’d tear him asunder.