I look her, the precious one
so gentle fair and dear,
I can't get enough of her,
when ever she is near.

Her laughter brings my heart around,
to a place it longs to be,
when ever my sweet Angel face
comes to visit me.

The dearest thing I'll tell you
and it's oh so very true,
is to hear her joyous giggles,
at something that I'd do.

What more a noble thing 
ever could there be,
than to make a child laugh,
and share that laugh with me?

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