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Kakku
for a
Princess
With a world of possibilities.
Is she a butterfly?
With beautiful wings spread,
Waiting to fly?
Or a nightingale?
With voice of lovely song,
Waiting to sing?
Or a rose of blue,
Petals soft and covered with dew,
Waiting to bloom?
Is she the sun?
Bright and warm,
Waiting to shine?
Or the moon,
With her mystery in darkness,
Waiting to unfold?
But she is not one of these things,
She is all of them, and much more.
Truly a princess.
The butterflies bow at her feet,
And the nightingales sing chorus to her pureness.
Roses climb in through the window
To bloom in her glowing presence.
The sun and moon shine for her,
Lighting the way for her to smile.
Sweet princess of the morning.
Dear princess of the night.
Your song...
It echoes thru the ages
A constant reminder
for those who love you.
