Thursday, October 7, 2010


her name is like a spell
no, like a song, my Isabel
her smile is contagious
her laugh is infectious
her soul is pure and innocent
her beauty is simply heaven sent
she's overflowing with love
my angel from above
she loves to hug and kiss
this feeds into her bliss
it's a shame that she'll have to grow
and one day she will have to go
out to this world of lies and hate
i can't protect, or hold her from fate
i can only teach her all i can 
to be the best, for the good of man
when the time comes, i'll let her leave
because i know she'll have dreams to achieve
but for now, she's still my baby
i'll mold her until she becomes a lady.

I wrote this on Jan 30, 2007.
Isabel was about 8 years old.

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