Charity

My name is Charity [pronounced 'Cher-re-tea']

Please keep me safe, in a room, where I can stand still, with my arm straight out, as I hold my most precious gift that I give you, my heart.

Having turned to the spirt world shortly after dark, you can see that I am pale, with a glow of sorts from the moonlight.  My eyes shine with sparkles from the reflections of the dusk.  I wear my tiny dress, I suppose to impress, the shining star that is you.  My little bows, knows that you are out there and the color of my dress was swallowed by of what would match the darkness, catch, I said!

Did you, find my heart?