Mademoiselle

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.

by Frances Landis

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I like the concept you adopted in this poem