Passing hours and passing years,
The Lady dropped her tears...

'Daddy I love you' this was my first phrase.
I really did like him and always looked at him...

I begin this story with the word girl
Who's hair was curly and bended in a swirl...

His eyes shone like the brightest stars,
But each time he looked at me I got the big scars...

All the girls like to think of love,
So we smile and pretend to be a dove...