The love of my life is very special. She's my one and only Harley. She was the half of my heart. She was my buddy and my comforter. She liked to give lots of kisses. When I looked her in the eyes I felt very warm and happy inside. Her kisses weren't to slobbery or to dry. They were just perfect. I miss her with all half of my heart. She was my baby girl for a very long time.
This is my daughter's poem. She is nine years old. What do you think?