Deep Red Bridesmais Dresses

* My beautiful baby *

My child has eyes

as beautiful as stars,

are the color of honey

as his gentle hair.

My child, my pretty girl

white skin, you dream

fly like a butterfly,

meet at fairy wishes.

She whispers in my ear

hundreds of I want you,

my girl, my pretty little girl

manitos velvet.

sharpens thousand songs,

her soft voice is my joy,

hearts draws me

in a book often

and write "I love you mami "

What a pleasure to read!

On nights when it

to visit morfeo,

asks me tender, love

that retell a story

and together in their bed

we go back, no time,

to the place where everything

forget and there are no fears,

or cuckoos, or bad witches ,

only princesses and a sky

where angels sing

and everyone is very good.

My child, my beautiful girl

not grow up fast, I have

thousand still tenderness

to give you, in the chest.

Piceda
Fabiana