A forever friend,
A thoughtful listener,
A compassionate girl.
What more can I ask for?
My little sister,
Hides her identity behind alias after alias,
She keeps quiet outside;
Yet animals see through her shyness.
My dear, darling, little sister,
She feels only at home with animals.
Even the slightest mistake gets her embarrassed.
Yet she has a way with Nature.
Ebony black hair,
Blazing hazel eyes,
And a China-doll face.
Her heart though; is her true virtue.
She buries herself in her books,
Spends hours with her best friend: the violin.
She sees through the eyes of animals,
Yet still manages to keep her grades high.
She may be shy.
She may make mistakes occasionally;
But I love her,
No matter what.
Another extremely beautiful poem of yours which shows your love for your little sis...loved reading it: -)
Your so nice Cassandra! ! : D Awww! I love this poem the B-E-S-T! : D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great and lovely... loved it.