Little Girl

Little girl

That's what he calls her

She seems so small

And delicate

Her features like that

Of a porcelain doll

Pale skin

Blue eyes

Golden hair

And he wants to protect her

Hold her close

As if by falling

She could break

And he would feel the pain

But when she is in his arms

Protected in his embrace

And she looks up at him

With those brilliant blue eyes

He sees nothing but strength

She holds him together

This little girl

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