Her eyes would never see the rainbow and the light.. 
But by her, my soul was to be ignited and benight ...
Her tiny hands that day clasped unsteadily with my own.. 
Touching mystically my core in ways I have never known.. 
An orphan who embraced the world as if it belonged to her.. 
What vision dare not achieve, her touch unveiled and  gifted life to her.
Teaching her sounds and syllables, an idea seemed so obtuse.. 
Her language was far more deep, lucullar and profuse. 
She captured rhythm, found me by my voice and cuddle.. 
Eternally joyful and her zest for learning, was so admirable... 
Listening intently and perceiving with her hands, she absorbed every atom in her mileu.. 
There are skills she was yet to embrace, but embrace she did, steadily with such grace.. 
The nightingale voice echoed and serenaded the corridor
Her acts of love and innocence was praised as Lord's altar.. 
The day soon came when she was to leave the nest and fly high.. 
Bidding farewell but couldn't fathom how to wish her goodbye.. 
That little fairy has taught simple lessons of being grateful and happy... 
To imitate her joyful steps, to never give up and hold tight adamantly.. 
That cherubic face will be an image kept close to my heart.. 
My blessings and thoughts would stay with u always ..
my sweetheart...