Her curly brown hairs
Like spiraling heaven’s stairs
Her watery blue eyes
Challenge the skies
Her touch a feel of bliss
Honey-dip! It’s her kiss
Sunrise, the color of her skin
Lotus flower it’s her grin
Magic spills when she walks
Gods sway when she talks
An angel descended from sky
I will never let her cry
She who makes living worth while
I crave for such a girl child.
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