musings

little girl in a sunday dress
the sunshine mingles on your face
those marble eyes that know not distress
sparkle like frills of golden lace

youth's summer days and summer nights
promise joy few can afford
the sweet caress of daylight
shuns away the mingling cold

time trickles down like salty tears
but life is kind to pretty youth
so blanket away your hidden fears.
to the little girl in a sunday dress

this is the truth.