Little One

It was an early August evening and the rain was pouring down and she came to meet me oh so far from town It was the first time that I met her I didn`t know her name so I called her little one and wasoh so glad she came she was oh so pretty with her hair the darkest red thde thought of ever losinghr filled my heart with dread I looked into those haunting eyes that go from blue to grey and when syhe smiled at me I could think of nought to say She was so small amd fragile like a doll upon a shelf If God has maade on e better he kept it for HIMSELF we seemed to talk forever far along into the night and sooner than we thought it would there came the morning light Now I hope that my best friend is whar she`ll always be this girl i call my little one that means so much to me