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My Little Angel... She sit in my lap, Cuddle in a

My Little Angel...

She sit in my lap,
Cuddle in a softer sill...
Holding my Curls or ear rings,
Passes a million dollar smiles.
She speaks French, (unrecognisable talks)
Iam an english mumm!
Eyes are wider and prominent.
curved cheeks, rosy petaled lips,
Speaks My name none!
She giggle like goldcrest or sometimes,
Like a red-cheeked cordon-blue.
Gazes deep within my eyes, 
digging my spirits beneath.
Hide herself in my chest,
Near my heart!
Makes me feel Complete,
Though world wonder how!
A blessing from God, 
like a tiny Goddess.
A fairy, she dazzle!
My little Angel.🌸🌸

© Shweatnisha Singh #little_angel
My Little Angel...

She sit in my lap,
Cuddle in a softer sill...
Holding my Curls or ear rings,
Passes a million dollar smiles.
She speaks French, (unrecognisable talks)
Iam an english mumm!
Eyes are wider and prominent.
curved cheeks, rosy petaled lips,
Speaks My name none!
She giggle like goldcrest or sometimes,
Like a red-cheeked cordon-blue.
Gazes deep within my eyes, 
digging my spirits beneath.
Hide herself in my chest,
Near my heart!
Makes me feel Complete,
Though world wonder how!
A blessing from God, 
like a tiny Goddess.
A fairy, she dazzle!
My little Angel.🌸🌸

© Shweatnisha Singh #little_angel