Free

Little one longing to be free.
Little one tormented and plauged by misery.
Such a beautiful iradecent glow around her flows
as I sit back in amazment and wonder if she even knows.
With eyes that could melt even a heart of stone
eyes that could tear down ones reason and make you forget what you once had known.
Her golden locks flow elegantly through the air
Would I be wrong to want to run my fingers through her beautiful hair.
She possess a heart of purest gold
a will of iron and a spirit noble and bold.
Her voice is that of a song sung by Sirens echoed through the night air
The sweet melody across her supple lips flows and can be heard by the hearts of dreamers everywhere.
Enchanting little one.
Beautiful little one.
In you lies an unparalleled beauty not yet relized by you.
deep inside I see it blooming more and more everyday that I am near you.
In this world of greed a kind heart such as yours is a rare treasure above all.
May whatever path you choose be illuminated by the stars above should you fall,
know that you shall always have a friend in me.
But no matter what life throws at you never change
yourself and become what others want you to be.
You will forever be in my memory
be true to yourself and then truly free you will be..