JUST, A LIVING THING

She is a lady in pink,
Not just a baby who cling.

She is a princess with sting,
Not just a clueless who knows nothing.

She is a blessing with wing,
Not a rat lab for testing.

She is the girl you sealed with a ring,
Not a fling who come visit for a drink.

She is fine with anything,
Too bad she was designed with feeling.

TELL ME YOUR LITTLE THINGS