You are stubborn
and thus cannot see,
A world full of hopes
underneath your feet.

You like me,
But will argue
-that you don’t.
You care,
only sometimes you show.

You listen,
a little.
but say-
too much.
Keep everyone
wrapped around your little finger.

A pretty little thing
-you are
who does what her
Heart desires.
Not a care in the world,
with eyes full of fire.

A fire-determined
to be strong
I hope you grow up
with
Brains as well as Brawn.

You little minx
have a weakness, I think
of Chocolates and Cakes.
Everyone loves the things
you bake.

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