She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, and her mouth on a valentine.

Witch-Wife

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1917)

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ’tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

the image is About a Child, by an unknown (to me) artist , courtesy of Art Passions