Mehr- iy- ly

As in merrily, light blue eyes that smile,

As in happy giggles that erupt while I swing her gently in my arms,

As in joy, when we both hold hands taking small and slow steps.

Mehr- iy- ly

As in sweetness, when she lets me brush her angel hair, and draw circles,

A little charm on her soft palms.

Mehr- iy- ly, is the prettiest sound my mouth has ever uttered, and the most beautiful response,

as she raises her curious eyes in my direction and excitedly calls me, 

"Vira!"

Marilee,

growing and growing like the bounty of daisies in the gardens, 

Six springs past and gone,

As your small body is weighed down by a large veil, 

Your eyes grow darker,

Marilee, my dearest Marilee

You grow, and people would give you the sun and the moon if you ever wanted them,

and yet while people admire you, there's somewhere you want to go, those eyes of yours

are meant for the gods, for winged angels to fly across, 

It's that freedom that your eyes desire, and the only thing

you 

cannot have.