She’s like an angel
with brown eyes,
so sweet that I’d bet
they are made of chocolate!
She’s as feminine as ‘they’ come
. . . so petite and delicate,
her tender heart,
the most delicate part of her.
She’s the essence of innocent dreams
and a dreamer by nature,
her creativity a certain gift from God
. . .she was born to be an artist.
She’ll make your spirit dance
even when you’re tired,
make your heart laugh
when it had been crying.
She’ll melt you every time
when she touches you with those
gorgeous and loving,
puppy-dog-chocolate eyes.
Her name is Jannah,
a Hebrew name for Anne.
Yes, I named my little girl
"Jannah" after me. . .
Anne~
(c) April 1998
