She has short black hair
And ocean green eyes
She stands just a little bit shorter than I
And alway bends her legs at the knee
When we dance to Sinatra

Her face is clean and clear
Like a glass of water fetched straight from the spring
Her ears are small and elegant
Like a pinky finger that's allowed to stick out
While the rest of the fingers hold a cup of tea

Her eyes
With that beautiful, almost unnatural coloring
Are also big
Bright
And when they open
They don't just let her see
But they let everyone in the room
Know that there is indeed a light

And such a thing as a gift that keeps on giving