My Girl

There’s a gentleness within that child
tempered by beauty free and wild.
It’s in her heart, the Earth’s sweet song;
in her is where all truths belong.
I see her eyes flash fire and ice;
her love holds fast – a mighty vice.
I know she’ll grow up proud and strong
and find a place where she’ll belong.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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