Who is this girl?

Little girl with the brown eyes and the

Shameless smile.

The eyes that say

Come closer.

The soul that combines

Naïveté with wiseness

Only matched by the words that

Come out of those candy-colored lips.

As she whispers to me

On the ratty couch

Lit by moonlight

These sweet words

And I'm left to watch her dancing

Like the fool that I feel to be.

She's too young for her life

But they said that about me.

Her nerve is like a breath of fresh air,

No one tells anyone anything now

And blunt is a virtue.

At least, it is on her.

The way she sings her name,

Two syllables, each brighter than the next;

Mimi.