With a twirl of my skirt, and a flick of my hair,
I embrace my femininity, without a single care.
I love all things frilly, and sparkly too,
A girlie girl, through and through.

I delight in dresses, and heels that shine,
A makeup bag full of magic, to make my heart align.
I swoon over flowers, and sweet perfume,
A romantic at heart, in every room.

But being girlie, isn't just about the frills,
It's about embracing my emotions, and letting my heart spill.
It's about being vulnerable, and open to love,
A gentle soul, sent from above.

I'm a dreamer, a believer, a heart full of cheer,
A girlie girl, who's not afraid to show my tears.
I'm a mix of sugar and spice, and everything nice,
A delicate balance, of strength and grace.

So let me wear my tiara, and my sparkly shoes,
I'll dance in the rain, with my head held high, and my heart full of blues.
For being girlie, is not just a phase,
It's a celebration, of my feminine ways.