between her breast
a vile she carries
of a blind child's tears
mixed with the dust of fairies

giving off a warmth of comfort
in her time of need
a magical glow
that intercedes

her favorite time to go outside
is when she hears a storm approaching
she loves the feel of rain upon her face
reminding her of nothing

and that's something little missy needs
to sooth her longing soul
she would gladly trade all in life she's saved
if for a moment true love she could hold