Whose beautiful hands like love.
Like all the suns and moons,
her softness calls for stares.
She was one in a million,
With elegance of a queen.
She called me a friend,
Heaped on me laughter and smiles.
Cradles and dolls played games,
When she hid in the silken robes.
With a peek from the door,
She whispered in the air suave.
She liked Jesus and the Lords,
Was on her knees when He was angry,
I knew her respect,
When she closed and listened.
They say, "Love is peace,
And calls for it."
They say, "Love is music,
And I do listen."
I agree, my daughter.
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