Adopted

She looks up at me
With those beautiful eyes,
With that lustrous hair
So unlike mine,
And being only
Slightly less than five

I open my
Less-than-perfect lips
And shunt aside
Highly polished lies

"You know how your friends all say
That their parents will always
Love them simply because they will
Always be related?

Well, our love is like that, but somewhat more.
For their kinship bears that love,
And our love is what made you kin.

Even if my lips forget to say this,
As time wears the remembrance to tell,
Look within these inky lines.
For I've plumbed these depths
Since the day we met
For something beautiful,
Enough so to suit you well."