A rare beauty created for this world,
once I have uttered her wonderful name.
How I have thought of her as someone bold,
and was joyous when she finally came.
My dear sweet princess who delights in pink.
Not a valiant one who carries a sword,
but, a familiar lass who loves to think.
How I pray for her kind soft-spoken words.
Alecsandra – strong name that I desire,
alas, someone I can never become.
May she find her own reason to inspire,
for fear is hers alone to overcome.
Let light fill her spirit that she may see,
the earth’s brilliance as it is meant to be.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ January 17, 2012
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