She is love, pure love
that runs through her veins
There is no malice in her eyes
only stars that twinkle
and dance to love.
With her laughter she lights up the day,
her eyes, two lagoons,
reflect joy.
She knows no sadness,
and knows no sorrow,
it is a sweet whisper
that sounds in the wind.
Small in age
but great in heart,
she carries in her breast
the noblest reason.
She is love, love without condition,
of a thousand colours she paints
the soul in her song.
She will always be
the light of my path,
