The old wooden doll

In a dusty corner, the wooden doll lay,

With a heart carved of dreams but no one to play.

Her smile painted softly, yet lonely her song,

Yearning for a child to come along.

With gentle whispers, she hoped to be seen,

Wishing for laughter in the spaces between.

Days turned to nights; silence was her friend,

Yet she held onto hope that love would descend.

Spring’s blossoms would dance, and summer would glow,

But she felt the chill of the winds that would blow.

Through autumn leaves falling, her heart felt the ache,

Longing for a tender embrace to awake.

One day, a girl with bright, shining eyes,

Found the doll waiting, and joy filled the skies.

With curls like gold and laughter so sweet,

She held the doll close, their hearts skipped a beat.

"Look at you," said the girl, "you're not just a toy,

With you by my side, I’ll forever have joy."

She dressed her in ribbons, made her a crown,

In the warmth of their bond, the shadows fell down.

They danced through the hours, beneath starlit skies,

With stories and secrets, and love that won’t die.

For the wooden doll, once lonely and cold,

Now carried a heart wrapped in warmth, free and bold.

No longer forgotten, her spirit set free,

In the embrace of a child, she found her decree.

Together they laughed, in a world all their own,

A tale of connection through love brightly shone.

And so, in the twilight, their laughter would blend,

A wooden doll loved, a story with no end.

For in every heartbeat, in every sweet sigh,

Lies the magic of love that will never say goodbye.