She, that is made of buttercream beauty
Blue eyes, envious... the sky
Limber she dances, through the calendar days
With a cat's curiosity
And wanders into the waiting world...
She, with her long locks
Lush and free falling
Tosses her head in defiance and deliberation
Strong in herself, seeking adventure
I now notice just how tall she's become
She, with her voice, stolen from angels...
Speaks with a strength, an old soul...
I know she possesses a heavenly light
I need never question it's origin
She, that is blessed with charm, crazy wit...
Flawlessly fashionable,
in the skin that is hers...
Sees the world as her stage,
an oyster, to be opened,
And relishes her new independence.
She, that is draped in vibrant individuality
Stays not in the shadows
but moves towards the limelight
Stealing glances, and chances,
At every stoplight along life's roadway...
Watch, that she will outshine the sun.
A reoccuring theme with you dear poet... is your of love of family... I delight in your lines of beauty... really!
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Buttercream beauty is made with great dignity despite of envoy of sky. She is blessed with charm and craziness. In life's roadways she will and she will outshine the sun. An excellent poem is very brilliantly penned.10