She looks like a monument to all the years we spent trying to be happy,

She sits like the sun, and she probably doesn't expect us to but we stare because she is so bright.

The daughter of love,  looks a lot like the both of us, only she smiles more.

Her laugh sounds like life, like we've planned for her to giggle like windchimes.

Or planned for her to run like summer     or walk like she's tip-toeing so she doesn't wake the grass

The only thing we know is how badly we want you..how much we love you.