With tiny little hands,
she touches my face.
The outline of my features,
her fingertips gently trace.
A blessing in my life,
this sweet little girl.
With dimples in her smile,
and a head full of curls.
In her step there is a skip,
everwhere she goes.
And within her hazel eyes,
a light that is aglow.
This sweet child of mine
shows me the meaning of true love.
The purest form of love
that I could ever dream of.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
With tiny little hands,
she touches my face.
The outline of my features,
her fingertips gently trace.
A blessing in my life,
this sweet little girl.
With dimples in her smile,
and a head full of curls.
In her step there is a skip,
everwhere she goes.
And within her hazel eyes,
a light that is aglow.
This sweet child of mine
shows me the meaning of true love.
The purest form of love
that I could ever dream of.
