You were born of love

The kind that never dies

In your face

I see his eyes

 

The same eyes that waited to greet you

That couldn’t wait to see your smile

That watched as you took your first steps

That took an inch and gave a mile.

 

Your fingers, like his, are long and creative

Their touch delicate yet strong

Making the ordinary extraordinary

Creating beauty the whole day long.

 

You have his way with people

Enchanting them with your ease and grace

The sun, the moon, the stars and the skies

All shine brightly from your face.

 

You have his fire

His passion, his joy and his fun

Never giving up

Until you’ve won.

 

You have his heart

His soul and his mind

He is you and you are he

Both of you stars, of the rarest kind.