She loves to read Bronte
Lives to sing loud and tall
Cannot go without a good glass of wine,
Has yet to let me fall

Always remembers to say; "I love you"
Would give me her all
Can run a marathon twice a day
Better at everything I could name
Except for basketball

Loves my rhymes, though they ****
I've yet to hear her say the word that sounds like "duck"
She'll laugh at that, this I know
For she never ceases to smile
She is a new, bright dawn

With vigor and promise
I look to the morning sky
A smile breaking the solace of my once calm mind
She's here to stay
For, that is how I know God is kind