Her voice is gentle yet she is fierce. She's as kind as anyone, anyone has ever met. She's strong but she stands her ground. She's as lovely as a spring time meadow. Have you ever been out in the cold and the warm sun shines down on your face? That warmth you feel that is her. Her eyes shine bright like the ocean. Her singing voice is that of an angel choir. She walks this earth like she's proud of who she is and I couldn't be more proud of her. Her face looks like an angel. Her heart is made of gold. What is her name you ask? She's my daughter, I call her mine!