London, December 2018
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.