(Originally composed Monday, October 29, 2007)
Yet another poem that I'm glad I moved on from.
My hands, my eyes,
My pretty colourful scarf,
My jeans, my boots,
My haircut albeit short.
My hands and my eyes,
The best of all, I learned.
The nailpolish, my eyebrows,
I looked so pretty in the dress,
Green velvet skirt, pretty black top,
Sparkles and glitter, soul aflutter,
Butterflies aquiver, dance on the river.
The most graceful of all,
Innocent and naive.
Sheltered, overprotected, unique she is.
Hilarious, her talk,
She laughs all the hours.
Energy from within, sunny & funny.
She makes him so happy.
These were a few of his favourite things.
Yet another poem that I'm glad I moved on from.
My hands, my eyes,
My pretty colourful scarf,
My jeans, my boots,
My haircut albeit short.
My hands and my eyes,
The best of all, I learned.
The nailpolish, my eyebrows,
I looked so pretty in the dress,
Green velvet skirt, pretty black top,
Sparkles and glitter, soul aflutter,
Butterflies aquiver, dance on the river.
The most graceful of all,
Innocent and naive.
Sheltered, overprotected, unique she is.
Hilarious, her talk,
She laughs all the hours.
Energy from within, sunny & funny.
She makes him so happy.
These were a few of his favourite things.
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