Her smile lights the sky
While the words that befall her mouth run down the valleys and in the clouds up high
Her grace encircles the crescent moon
Leaving you wanting it to rise all the more soon
She gives off a warmhearted aura
One that is always willing to give more in plethora
To describe her is a challenge within itself
Elegance and beauty can but describe yourself
She dances among the lion’s den
For courage she has above ten thousand men
I cannot say I am proud to be her child
Because to do so would be an understatement much too mild
My love for you flows like the waves in the sea
And it will grow and flourish just as a sprouting lemon tree