mademoiselle

standing perfectly

in your white cotton sundress,

the sun reflecting off your long tumbling hair,

you smile.

your barefeet press lightly

down on the green grass

as you hide those eyes

behind an orchestra of love.

the silver locket hangs

from your neck,

the wildflower rests behind your ear.

you begin to walk,

shoes in hand,

the breeze sending your hair dancing

around your soft face

and your dress along your body.

it is you, mademoiselle.

it is you.