We were blessed with an angel, <br />The day that she came, <br />Only a child so perfect, <br />Could carry her name, <br />I’d never imagined, <br />How precious she’d be, <br />Even now I’m amazed, <br />That she came from me, <br />They say Paris in springtime, <br />Is a magical place, <br />Like the beauty I see, <br />When I look at her face, <br />Pariss in springtime, <br />Is what they gave me, <br />I will love her forever, <br />And Eternity. <br /> <br />2005 - For my first borne, Pariss (spelt double 's') .<br /><br />Scarborough Gypsy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paris-in-springtime/
