A Poem For My Little Princess – From Her Loving Father

A mountain of gold coins,
Boxes full of money notes,
Enough to build ten dream castles,
With towers stretching up into the sky,
Would not be equal,
To my little one’s affection.
I don’t mind living in rags,
Like a beggar,
As long as my little one is happy and content,
Her dazzling and wondrous smile,
Is enough to quench my zest for life,
For seven births.
I want her cheeky grin,
To permeate her beautiful ...