deep within her wide blue eyes,
there is a secret garden
of innocence
a gentle world
of wonder
an enchanted vision
of all that is
good and civilised and true.

dark lashes frame the windows
to my long-forgotten memories
lands of endless imagination
with the power to create
new universes
ripe with peril and passion and perseverance-

where chivalry is not dead,
and romance is admired.

Her sacred gift of girlhood
is powerful and divine,’not yet battered
by the cruelty
of the world outside.

God still dwells
within her,

let her dreams be long
let her innocence be true
let all that’s
    divinely feminine
soothe the heartache
    to come
and triumph
    with whispered wonder.

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