My Little Sister
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.
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