Porcelain doll.

With a face as red as a rose and a complexion as pure as a porcelain doll, she exudes grace. In the garden of eternity, a man finds solace in the beauty of nature, just as gold shines in the dirt, and philosophy resonates in the hand of the man with a pen. In the moonlight, he writes of her love poems. Her palm reminds him of her remarkable grace. Where he must journey, she must not, Rose Bud, he loves his essence in complexities , and he is my solitude