Little One

a work of art,
a sculpture built by me,
about me, around me,

imperfection ran away to the forest,
where the troubled and troublesome play,
but the devil has no presence under
your clumsy pretty feet,
no scent, no hint or smile,
you’ll never be found,
but you be a beauty noticed,
your heart beat most profound,

a work of art,
a painting loved by me,
for me, from me,

hindrances and blemishes,
cower from your beautiful frown,
upside down, dimples, pimples,
you’re getting old,
you’re a story told,

a work of art,
a sister given to me

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