In some, they see a saint arise, While others feel they’re lost inside. One is called wise, so hearts start to yearn, For something new they need to learn.
But in the Master’s gentle gaze, No saint, no sinner, no wise displays. She sees no measure, no need to roam— In her embrace, all feel at home.
When love fades away, we follow the rules, Hearts grow cold, like silent fools. But watch your steps, see what’s true— What guides your soul, defines you.
In her eyes, a gentle light, A beacon through the darkest night. With every laugh, the world renews, A joy so pure, like morning’s hues.
She carries grace in every stride, A heart where love and dreams collide. A daughter’s gift, beyond all measure, A timeless bond, life’s greatest treasure.
On this day, we celebrate, The joy they bring, the love they create. For daughters, bright as stars above, Are the world’s purest form of love.
