My Own Little Lady
Her thick blond tresses
And long lithe limbs
Those bright red roses
On creamy white skin
Pure innocence is found
In the blue beneath her lashes
Not a care or concern has she
Or thought of what the past is
No weight on her heart
And nothing heavy in her step
The lightness in her life
Is something to be saved and forever kept
She’s the small girl that dances in my dreams
Who smiles in fun and fancy
She prances and skips and runs
Giving me such a sweet sight to see.
Little and light like a feather
But much stronger than she seems
Bringing joy to all around
As she trips across the sunbeams.
I see the little lady of my life
And I’m looking quickly so as not to miss her
For I love the ways, the laughs, the songs
Of my own little dear sister.
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