Little baby Aoibhe,
Like the legends of old,
Is a great warrior princess,
Fierce and bold,
With a name meaning beauty,
No one would doubt,
Even the fairies are jealous,
“She’s beautiful” they shout,
She’ll be loved and protected,
By all who know,
Baby Aoibhe is a Princess
And should be respected so.
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Karen Commane
First time showing my poetry, I'm a bit shy & insecure but hopefully someone will like my writings.
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