Beauty running deeply through her veins,
Kindness evident through the dimples on her cheeks,
Honesty that her eyes would proclaim,
A smile that would make one’s knees weak,
As pure and the moonbeams now caressing her face,
More mesmerizing than the stars that claim her eyes,
In my heart no other thing could replace,
For she is my daughter, she is my prize.
About Me
- spellbnd3
- If I could write out with true effect, everything that this mind thinks of or it feels, it would take a very long time. This isn't an effort to show my soul, but me choosing to be vulnerable in some sense. Questions I may not have answeres to, poems that must be dug out of me, all precious as I travel down new roads... and old ones even, at times.