The little girl with the angelic face,
Innocent and pure,
Makes snow angels in Winter
Eve's fresh snow.

Brilliant collections of stardust
Race to decorate her for the ball.
Icicles frame her delicacy,
Naming their lust for warmth.
Glowing candles light her path, throwing
Sparkles into Youth's blue eyes.

Later this picture
Is found,
Growing old in its chest, waiting solely for
His
Time to reminisce.

The little girl asks her daddy about the girl that
Once was her. He told her

Little girls mature into many things as their
Imagination roams free, but this little girl would
Forever be
Everything in his life.