Song for a Princess

Many years ago, I wrote poems for my friend's birthdays as my personal gift to them.  Then it was put as part of a webpage, also personalized, for them to share with their friends.  This particular poem was requested and written for the daughter (shown on the left, Kakku) of one such friend, and after being shared (or found), became quite popular for many fathers to give to their own daughters.   It has been been translated into other languages, engraved into wood, written on parchment and framed, and many other things I am probably not aware of.  I wanted to include it here, so it doesn't get "lost" and is still available for someone else to share with their daughter.

Dark haired beauty in blue silk

With a world of possibilities.
Is she a butterfly?
With beautiful wings spread,
Waiting to fly?
Or a nightingale?
With voice of lovely song,
Waiting to sing?
Or a rose of blue,
Petals soft and covered with dew,
Waiting to bloom? 
Is she the sun? 
Bright and warm,
Waiting to shine? 
Or the moon,
With her mystery in darkness,
Waiting to unfold?

But she is not just one of these things,
She is all of them, and much more.
Truly a princess.
The butterflies bow at her feet,
And the nightingales sing chorus to her pureness.
Roses climb in through the window
To bloom in her glowing presence.
The sun and moon shine for her,
Lighting the way for her to smile.
Sweet princess of the morning.
Dear princess of the night.
Your song...
It echoes through the ages
A constant reminder
for those who love you.

May all your days be as happy as a birthday for you Kakku.