She is like the warmth of a sunshine
In an early morning of winter.
She is like the first sip of the hot lemon tea
On a sweet date of December.
She is like the sight of a colourful sky
In an evening so black and white,
She is like a alluring zephyr kissing my cheeks
A moment that enthuse me with soulful delight.
She is like the first star coming out in a cloudy sky
She is the last drop of nectar of a sweet flower .
And all my sorrow fades away
And my heart stops for a second.
She is the one who made me believe
That miracles do happen .
She is not my daughter
But with all my blood and soul
My mirror image from life’s garden.