Ode To a Young Girl

Who is this unusual woman whose essence calls to me? I have not heard that siren call since I was fancy-free. How can such a little creature radiate such animation That lights my aged heart like a festive celebration. Youthful little girl, what lies behind your eyes so clear? Perhaps you can impart some hidden new frontier. Her black hair in tiny pigtails, her bangs upon her face, Remind me of a youthful time and a delicate embrace. Her little petite glasses slipping down her lovely nose, As if they were also searching for some forgotten prose. Always prancing round like a little fawn that Hears Some secret song that makes her persevere. Please share that song that makes you so sincere. I knew that melody but now it brings a tear. A tear of happiness to know that someone hears it clear. Please sing that song to me and I will hold it dear.