A cherub face framed in curls, <br />nothing like the heart of a girl <br />to wrap you in a bow; she is <br />a gift to your soul like no other. <br />Her laughter, a gentle breeze, <br />fills the sails of your little boat; <br />you are sailing over oceans blue, <br />and wherever she might be going <br />she is taking you.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sailing-sailing/
