Lovely

Of all the little girls
Who sparkled and shone
And danced in the moonlit night
She was magnificent
An old soul with a dying desire
To be perfect
For she didn't know just how perfect
She was
Filled with more than need
For worldly garbage
That filled the minds
Of the girls similar to her likeness
They wanted jewels and riches
And all she wanted
Was to be
Lovely
~M.R.~