by Juan Antonio Cordova

The genesis of my vigor; she is
my pride, joy, my firstborn
her moon-shaped eyes; raven black hair;
with a smile big and bright as the sun.
Sweeter than music; sweeter than honeycomb
free as an eagle circling the sky;
the apple of my eyes, my hidden treasure
I will love her till I die.
There is no telling what life complexeties will bring;
such as; pain and sorrows all mixed with grief;
but in spite of all this things;
we always found the time to laugh and to sing.
We did have our moments and did not always agreed;
but we did find a way to be calm as the sea.
For this my darling flower; I love you; I truly do;
with fervent love; for all to see; for all eternity.
Ingrave it in your heart my Yazmin, above everything you do;
Recite it as lovely prayer and teach your childrens too.

I dedicate this poem to my lovely daughter Yazmin, 12/25/99

Yazmin by Juan Antonio Cordova

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