She holds blue skies
In her pretty, sparkling eyes.
The summersun rests in her hair
And her skin is soft and fair.

When she laughs, the angels sing.
She is the apple of my eye,
My one and only, my everything.
When she cries, my heart prepares to die.

I gave her life, she gave me her trust.
I showed her my doubt and weakness,
I gave her my tears, she turned them to dust.
She taught me the art of joyousness.

She is my calmness during the storm,
My ray of light in the dark,
My sunshine and my precious spark.
Through her I am reborn.