If I could paint, I`d paint a picture of you
but there is no artistic style that could capture your smile.
Iv`e tried in pastel, Iv`e tried in oil
but both of these mediums, your beauty they spoil.
The most perfect image is the one in my mind
but when I try to paint, I seem to be blind.
So I feel it`s my duty to write of your beauty
your heavenly scent, for me it is meant.
Your unblemished flesh, the sweetness of breath,
the bluest of eyes, your cute little nose,
and your hair, Oh your hair, like the finest of silk
your whole face, so innocently pure.
I`ll hold your hand when we walk in the sand,
all of your life I will stay, and at the end of the day
when we are finished with play,
with all of your charms, when you sleep in my arms.
You light up my world, I feel so alive,
even though, your only five, and I am so happy
You chose me for your daddy. XXX.