Blonde hair, blue eyes. I see that smile, I'd know it anywhere, perfectly beautiful, sunshine on a flawless face. A face like porcelin, with the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of a little nose. Can ou see over there, the perfect sillouete. The child within bubbles to the surface.
Laughter spills forth, so musical, a bird chirping in the twilight of morning.
See the lips of an angel, this cherub without wings, and invisible halo above the most beautiful head in the world. There's a tear, my angel is crying, and I have to fix what's wrong. For you see the love of my life cannot fix it herself, she is only 3. My love, my world, my daughter. All Rights Reserved.