Ruzanne
Your laughter fills the morning air,
your voice so sweet and tinkle clear.
With small flowers in your hair,
nowhere you'll find a child more dear.
Your eyes are like the morning sky,
your hair like snow.
Around me you flitter like a butterfly
where crystal waters flow.
How I love your kisses on my neck,
your "squeezy, squashy" hugs all day.
Your soft blonde hair hanging down your back,
the curls playing see-saw when you walk away.
And when daylight dies and in the sky,
the stars redden like angry eyes,
how sincerely you ask the angels us to keep
before you close your eyes and go to sleep.
How I love you in your sleep
with the starlight on your hair,
where you lay on your pillow deep,
your skin so pale and fair.
You are a gift from God,
a piece of art,
and I love you
with every fiber of my heart.
