A soul, young yet brave enough to shadow the peaks,
Much like the fluffy clouds, gentle and soft.
This, I believe, is what they call being "Thy own girl."
Your world seemed so bright to my diminishing eyes,
Struck like lightning to my heart of twelve.
Your aura, a guiding torch,
led me to enlightenment.
The things you showed me,
and the way you broadened my world.
Yet you seemed so far,
like horizons that one can never reach.
You are the single most beautiful creation of My Lord.
After the woman that carried me, of course.
"Being your biggest admirer", would be the title;
I would like to carry to my grave.