Angelical

She comes running slowly
Jumping happily as she opened a sunflower.
Bringing joy to my life
And barely exists in my imagination.
She knows how to sing well, paint well
Rolls in the grass with her love.

When will you be here, smiling at me,
Don't keep me waiting.
When will you be here in real life,
Bringing joyfully a smile to my home... angelical.

Covering my space with freckles,
With a thousand laughs and bread crumbs.
Untangling her curls,
She comes to find me at a leisurely pace.
She often watches the train leaving
And buys my love with love.