to show my love to my baby girl

          There is a Lady Sweet and Kind
                   by Thomas Ford

       There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
        I did but see her passing by,
          And yet, I'll love her till I die.

   Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
   Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
    Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
        And yet, I'll love her till I die.

     Cupid is winged and he doth range,
    Her country, so, my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
          Yet, I will love her till I die.

                 She Walks In Beauty
          by George Gordon, Lord Byron

        She walks in beauty, like the night
      Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
      And all that's best of dark and bright
        Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
       Thus mellow'd to that tender light
     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

     One shade the more, one ray the less,
     Had half impair'd the nameless grace
        Which waves in every raven tress,
          Or softly lightens o'er her face;
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express
    How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

     And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
          So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
      But tell of days in goodness spent,
        A mind at peace with all below,
        A heart whose love is innocent!