except dust.

she is sparkling...like a gemstone that will never be as beautiful as the place from which it was extracted...
the ornament she weilds...will never be truly polished...
you can still break through to her...with the right tools...
she has felt your heat...become molten...and is now easily pliable so you may shape her how you like...
if you must...melt her down again...add impurities...leave her with nothing but pewter running through her veins where love once flowed...
your sandstorm lies are eroding her...
soon...there will be nothing left...
except dust.