Monday, March 9, 2009

My Prize

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 as he moonbeams that now caress 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.

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