Curly

Those ringlets: they're magical.
They're a helix of beauty and fire,
Tracing seemingly to your crown
From the base of your beautiful back.
And it's hard to believe
As the image impresses on the memory,
That there are those in life,
That would ever seek to hurt you.

In you I see the joy of life,
But trepidation of a world before
You were taken into confidence and comfort,
Settled and nestled in wondrous love.
So do the world a favour,
And maintain your sense of adventure.
Be as bright as the flaming curls
With a smile to melt the iciest of hearts.