Still so young
Yet, so mature
So much pose
Yet, not quite sure
No false moods
Yet, forever sweet
Conveys her thoughts
somewhat discreet
Eager for life
for what lies ahead
Down her chosen path
Where strange feet tread
Serene and serious,
Yet, a few frills
Make up the charms
Of Mademoiselle.
Frances Landis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mademoiselle/
