Trapped Girl

Trapped behind glass,
In a thin metal frame,
Sits a young girl,
Destined for fame,
Wild blue eyes,
And long straggly hair,
You’ll remember her face,
Olive and fair,
Touched by soft hands,
Made just for me,
Travelled over many lands,
And over the sea,
It's a piece of art,
Polished and sweet,
Hangs over my heart,
To feel the beat,
I will hold it close,
And hold it dear,
Hold it safe,
Safe and near