She's Breakable

She’s breakable as if she were fine china used for tea, a cup one holds and sips from daintily. Her arms are porcelain, for she’s a doll She needs so much for one who is so small! I‘d use MY limbs to shade you. I’m a tree and solid. . . yet I’m liquid like the sea! I’m durable, for I am standing tall, while she’s a vine that crawls along your wall . . . So delicate, your little chickadee. She’s sapping you; she’ll never let you be. Yet here stand I, prepared to give you all! She’s fragile glass that you must not let fall. She’s breakable. For Joe Flach's contest: The Earl of Sandwich