Beauty-full Life.

You knock every morning, you make me want to wake up

You ask me to dance, I end up copying your steps

You snatch the TV remote, I never love cartoons more

You show me all your stars, I see them shine for the first time

You cry at the sight of food, I cry at the lack of it

Yet everyone believes you to be the ‘kiddie-me’.

If only I was half as cute. You are my Beauty, and will forever be.