My baby girl
means the world to me.

Her eyes of harvest gold
penetrate my soul,
igniting a part of me I never knew existed.
Her doggie lips lift in an adorable smile showing off teeth white as rice.
A single crooked tooth 
produces a jovial effect.
That dog can get me to do anything.
She can slip out of trouble
as easily as wet glass slides through fingers.
Her sweet, innocent nature is compelling.
Love flows between us so strongly 
no dam could ever hold it back.
I wake up every morning
yearning for her loving kisses.

She is my North Star
in a world of darkness.