A willow eyed girl

This is a story about how when I was like two I found a nice dress in a store and I ran out of the store with it. I was a born klepto.

A willow eyed girl with ravenblack hair
flipped through sweetly gazing Zephyrs and
under the doting sun frolicked.
sunshine sweet honeytasted drizzling yellow scents,
A happy dear kind lovely little life.
A pinkish sort of billowing fabric slept on a starkly cold
naked clothing shelf, placid pink, dreamy dress.
The willow eyed girl with ravenblack hair
sparkled upon sighting this placid pink
billowing sort of pinkish dress. And with her pale
chubby fist, reached out into the unknown greyblue air
and stole this very dreamy fabric right from
its very sadly confines!
She was much thankful for her gift.