White One

Your dress pure white flowers
That is only one of the things I love about you.
Pale skin that covers you so fragile.
Wonderful ginger hair, plaits fall waist high.
A stain on the back of your dress makes it rough.
All clothes sewn to the inside, such soft toeless feet and hands only have thumbs. Your name certainly suits you, so rosy red cheeks, hair ribbons as white as snow. So untouched from sitting on those shelves for so many years. Oh bell so pretty and wonderful. I have been waiting to get you for all of these years.