My daughter is beautiful she is the love of my life

She is four years old, and thinks she twenty five

She goes to school like big girls do

She speaks to me in a language that only i know

She looks like me, but her smile is more free

She has no broken heart lines, I will keep them from her

She has blonde hair, it curls all over she has hazel eyes like her mother

She is so friendly never sad, or un happy , she laughs at my jokes

I made her a song when she was inside me, she sings it now and makes me laugh

Oh to be a free soul with no heartbreak lines , oh to be a four year old