Daughter

January 29, 2016

You have a beauty that has no measure,

and the stubborness of a mule.

Your smile gives me such pleasure.

You will always be my crown jewel.

I am tightly wound around your little finger.

The joy your laugh brings will always linger.

The day I saw you,

my heart had been stolen.

You are my daughter,

Forever and always.

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<p>This poem is about the one thing I couldn't live without.</p>