Cursive

Your movements mimic something alike no other.

Oh, how effortless, nimble and gentle they are.

This is nothing solely gifted from your mother,

your radiance is your own blazing star.

Your face is impeccably soft and round,

eyes as big as doll.

Your beauty leaves my heart bound,

to your feet I will always crawl.

Your touch, your symphony, you.

You are elegant and enchanting.

You are my own embodiment of cursive writing,

my one timeless treasure.