Little Match Girl

[serge gurkski]

Not very happy with this one, but I'm not sure what I can do to make it better. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Once again, thanks for reading my poem.

Villanelle: Little Match Girl

"I’m cold, hug me…"
Voice so soft it’s almost muted
Please, someone, hear her plea…

Playing in the snow so free
Except the girl who alone pleaded
"I’m cold, hug me…"

When snowstorms brew, home is where all should be
Yet where’s home for a girl unwanted?
Please, someone, hear her plea…

She knows not the meaning of glee
Fed since born with bitter hatred
"I’m cold, hug me…"

Show some compassion, treat her gently
A delicate flower, yearning to be connected
Please, someone, hear her plea…

How does people ignore so easily?
When a pastel life so despairingly pleaded
"I’m cold, hug me…"
Please, someone, hear her plea…

I like this a lot but I am not sure where to amend.
You framed your thoughts in a villanelle.
Sometimes a line does not flow that well.