Ode To My Melina Poem by Paul Amrod

Your smile is piercing my heart with its loving radiance.
Patting a rhythmical pattern with total excitation
Your enthusiasm is contagious as you take upon your dance
gliding with an emotional cascade in complete relaxation.
Playing with your puppets contented with your fantasy
Enjoying the lighter side of life filled with exuberance
Overflowing is the rainbow gleaming with intensity
to guide your dreams to a fulfilling sensation.
Cultivating your personal concept of total hilarity
Joking with your toys suspended by your invigoration
Sighing and lilting with your vocal acrobatics
Bringing laughter you do cherish in its entirety
as you growl a blues and pretend you're a fanatic.
Indescribably captivating with your jubilation
Searching for attention acting suddenly dramatic
Yawning and rubbing your eyes waiting for serenity
Cute as a button while sipping on your porridge
Starring at the pictures drawn to a child's narration
Consumed with nonsense until the scene's chaotic
Unraveling Grandma's yarn found up in the attic.
Also the tears shed amidst her pure frustration
I will dry with sympathy to build a happy bridge.
Secret are her feelings from her inner station.
Sharing each waking moment with sensitivity
Given a special aura so wonderfully charismatic
Flabbergasted with her talents and ability
to make a situation in whatever form or fashion.
She is an angel of such proportions my elation
rises as I give thanks for her health and creation.
Stupefying the world with her magnetic attraction
Glowing like a lighthouse and filled with compassion
Taking my heart higher to a mountain's ridge
Filling me with gratitude and positive reactions
Exquisitely content and satisfied in abundance
I am strengthened for all positive interaction
No conflicts worry me I am so very ecstatic
Thrilled with life and its simple luxuriance
I have to pinch myself I am so lucky and quixotic
Brimming over with a genuine furtherance
of euphoria submerged in complete satisfaction.
I can only exhibit my pleasure and appreciation.
My existence on Earth is magically cosmic.
Woven in a cocoon covered with elegance.
My celestial being makes me melancholic.
Swept away in a dreamboat lost in a trance
Singing a lullaby so gently into her ears
Swinging her cradle until she begins to frolic
Teaching her about the ancient cavalier
Getting her to roam about and truly begin to rollick
Holding her hand through the wildest frontier
Giving her stick-to-itiveness and all kinds of courage
as she steps into the sphere of the supersonic.