She runs into my arms
all bouncing curls and though I do not see her face
I know her smile is wide and bright
She has no name that I know of yet
But in my heart she knows fame
I know not of her father
whether I have met him or loved him yet
is still a secret.
But she has his wisdom and his breathless laugh
I watch her eyes turn up the same way his does,
A wet kiss meets my face and a laugh rushes
into my ears
My heart leaps and I hold her close
Child of my dreams.
What is your name?