Prairie Girl
I
There as you prance amongst the prairie grass,
Golden as your hair adorned with daisies and marigold
The tips of which tickle your elbows
Bright blue eyes reflect the sky, speckled as robin’s eggs
Your face radiating as the sun above
The white lace dress in which you wear is pure as your soul
The ringlets formed in your hair bounce with your laughter
It is you whom I love the most
My fair-haired Gabriella
II
As you lay amongst the daisies
Your crystal eyes hidden behind their lids
I cannot help but marvel at your beauty
Exquisite curls, light freckles rosy cheeks and lavender lips
You my child are perfect in every paradox one can create
Your laughter soothes my every move, entrancing all who can hear
My love it is you who they yearn for
They crave your Ukrainian nose, Icelandic eyes, strong brow and plump lips.
It is you who embodies perfection my sweet child
