A diamond in the pebbles
She smiles and talks as a star
to cheer me up when I am low,
Her smiles and talks are my herb
to cure all my pains and ills
She may come from a poor pebble
but a bright diamond among us,
Our home may be thatched cottage
her palace is full of love and peace
Her dresses may be old and torn
but she bears a royal touch
A poor father of that angel,
I pray some one to come down
from heaven to take her hand
and make my dream come true
What a beautiful tribute to your daughter and testament to the quality of your fatherly love. Thank you for a wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good tribute for your daughter........ very fine poem...........