She’s so pretty
And her face always is beaming
She’s a true beauty
One who’ll send all men dreaming
Her laugh is so sick
And one will want to giggle
As though tickled
At the sound of a voice so sweet, yet not thick
She’s really my angel
One sent directly from above
Her head she holds high like the tower of Babel
And in this battle of life she wants to survive
She’s an epitome of a perfect lady
And I am proud to call her my baby
(c) 2010 Owiredu Albert Kofi
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