white stockings that stop at the knee
eyes and light up at the sight of me
laughs that are clear and sincere
whispered breaths against my ear

and a green dress with the tiniest stain
she points to it and always explains
and hair that dances along her face
and sways to the music of grace

and joy that shines through the sadness
and peace that withstands the madness
tears that fall with honesty
and hope for what is yet to be

and a smile that melts my day
when eveything doesn’t go my way
i will know her by these signs
i will know she will be mine