Buttercream Beauty

She, that is made of buttercream beauty Blue eyes, envious... the sky Limber she dances, through the calendar days With a cat's curiosity And wanders into the waiting world... She, with her long locks Lush and free falling Tosses her head in defiance and deliberation Strong in herself, seeking adventure I now notice just how tall she's become She, with her voice, stolen from angels... Speaks with a strength, an old soul... I know she possesses a heavenly light I need never question it's origin She, that is blessed with charm, crazy wit... Flawlessly fashionable, in the skin that is hers... Sees the world as her stage, an oyster, to be opened, And relishes her new independence. She, that is draped in vibrant individuality Stays not in the shadows but moves towards the limelight Stealing glances, and chances, At every stoplight along life's roadway... Watch, that she will outshine the sun.