A girl born in the month of September
Never knew she would bring joy to get Keith and kin.
She was pink as the ripe mountain strawberries,gave out a loud wail while her mother propitiated her .

She grew up to be a puerile lass,
With all her mischief and wisdom.
Young and old knew her and cherished.
For she was a unique little princess.

Later the years passed,
When the little princess entered her stripling years.
She came to know many things.
Which is good and bad.
For her mind wandered around the world,
Leaving her all lost and mystified.

She was beleaguered
With friends all her life but no one to call her own.
For everyone teased her accussed for who she was,which scared her salad days.

Yet she never lose hope.
Waiting for someone to love her best.
For she has a heart of a fragile holy grail.

She is one remarkable miss.
Who is called by the name which meant the goddess of moon.
She will bring a change everyone want to see in this orb.