Six Years Old

Blue eyes peering
Through a screen of yellow hair;
Glances with smiles
That twinkle in their stare.

Red lips laughing,
Brightly flushed with ruddy hue,
Tiny white teeth,
And such soft, pink cheeks, too.

You are lovely,
But blushing pride does not show;
At six years old,
You do not really know.



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