The Innocent and Pure
An enchantress and an allure,
Flawless in her green flowery dress,
Gorgeous hair as a crown on her head,
A reflection of the little fairy-tale Mermaid,
Beauty from Nature, so true and pure.
A poignant gaze into her soulful brown eyes,
returns an asinine stare,
one devoid of innocence, nothing of Love,
bare hatred, betrayal, confusion and distrust.
She is only but eight years young!
Do you know her story? Here you are…
The innocent and pure,
Depraved of innocence, ripped off infant purity,
angels and demons, her angels were demons.
Sons of Adam! What was her sin?
She is the one with sober eyes,
The one with a gloomy heart,
Father, brother, friend, confidant! Robbers of purity!
What wickedness have you caused this beautiful soul?
Who would return her innocence, her purity, her pride?
What atonement can be done for her Love lost?
How can she trust again?
Rise damsel rise
Take my hands,
It is us against the world
You and I.
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