a beautiful lady conrad kiesel

Ocean of joy pops up on the edge of your lips,
Flood of words forks over your fearless tongue.
When you blink your dark enduring eyes,
Shadows immediately hides in lights.
But those dark eyes are oceans of plights,
often cries an ocean of past blue minds.
Your heart is like a nut,
Properly reflects in your sight.
Discovered but still barely uncovered.
Your ever changing vive,
Sometimes feels like a humorous knife,
cuts the edge of traditional slant.
You are equally bold and cold,
That makes you even more purer than gold.