My Little Doll

I love it when your golden cheeks
Blush pink as I carry you in my arms.
So delicate is your touch as dew on the rose;
The flowers will secrete nectar at the slightest touch of your tiny fingers.
And will bloom as you display your immaculate smiles;
Will they adore you stringing together as garlands
And dress you up with their fragrance.
I adore the way you slumber in peace,
When the whole world around you rever your presence.
I never knew that I was fond of toddlers
Unless I envisioned your toothless simpers.
I cherish those moments over and over now, in your absence.