Dawn-Light Smile
Oh, my beautiful child
With your lovely grace,
Making the sun glare at your lovely face;
While you live in a world of sadness and disgrace,
You are still the savior of the human race.
Oh, my beautiful child
With your venturous pace,
Seeking into any adventurous place,
You live among with a terrible race;
Remember you are not to
Be forever replaced.
Oh, my beautiful child
With your hazel eyes,
Leaning over the praying skies,
With Pazel by your side,
And ruling the endless oceanside,
You have nothing to hide.
Oh, my beautiful child,
With your dynamic hair,
Making everything a flair.
As you live in a world of a
Darkness glare, You are still
Nothing to compare.
Oh, my beautiful child
With your whimsical twirls,
Creating the most beautiful pearls;
With a world that constantly
Furls, your heart never curls.
Oh, my beautiful child
You live in a world of nothing but full disgust
And sadness disgrace but when the dawn
Begins to prevail the story of your forever tale,
For may I commence to tell, about the dawn-light
Smile on your face-you savior of the human race.
With your lovely grace,
Making the sun glare at your lovely face;
While you live in a world of sadness and disgrace,
You are still the savior of the human race.
Oh, my beautiful child
With your venturous pace,
Seeking into any adventurous place,
You live among with a terrible race;
Remember you are not to
Be forever replaced.
Oh, my beautiful child
With your hazel eyes,
Leaning over the praying skies,
With Pazel by your side,
And ruling the endless oceanside,
You have nothing to hide.
Oh, my beautiful child,
With your dynamic hair,
Making everything a flair.
As you live in a world of a
Darkness glare, You are still
Nothing to compare.
Oh, my beautiful child
With your whimsical twirls,
Creating the most beautiful pearls;
With a world that constantly
Furls, your heart never curls.
Oh, my beautiful child
You live in a world of nothing but full disgust
And sadness disgrace but when the dawn
Begins to prevail the story of your forever tale,
For may I commence to tell, about the dawn-light
Smile on your face-you savior of the human race.
This Poems Story
At some point in my life I was pondering about writing a love poem, the true way a poet can state their true love; so I was writing anything that sounded romantic and ‘alright’ and while listening to some of The Doors, I had an idea of a love poem. The two main inspirations of this poem was a girl that I use to like, or maybe still do, and the rhythm of the song Wild Child by The Doors. Basically this poem is for that "girl"; if I had the audacity to read it to her, I would.
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