She is tiny
She is small
She is a child
Only six years old.

Flowing past me
oh, that skirt
against the movement of her thighs
The way She shimmers
like a kingdom
hands reaching toward the sky
She is a breeze
that blows right through me
a perfect second struck in time
She is a golden
molten moment moulded
perfectly aligned
As though constructed
by a master
her portrait agelessly divine!

She walks by me
I am guilty
yet unashamed that I stare so.
She is holy
She is worthy
At last an icon to behold!

She is desire
I am afire
Is She an arsonist by trade?
She is victory
She is glory
Wins every war She cares to wage.

She is tiny
She is small
She is a child
Only six years old.

She is a vision of beauty
She is mine to behold
A little giggling princess
She is a jewel of love.