Les Baises Du ma petite fille

My daughter is in love with kisses,
Like a petite fille from a far away place
She likes to air kiss and Italian Kiss
And do this as she holds your face.

Already a romantic, she seems to enjoy
the dramtic l'air du temps of the arts,
A good book or a steady ryhthm moving
her gentle soul from the heart.

Her pudgy hands squishing my cheeks as
lips smash against my nose
With a big "moi!" she prolonges it, as if it
were the last kiss she would know

A giggle escapes her mouth again as
the parade of l'amour has just begun.
Following these kisses will be bunny nose rubs,
Big hugs and blowing kisses
As warm as the summer's sun.

Yes, my daughter is in love with kisses,
Saved only for her mommy's face,
And with each douchant aiment,
a happy tear streaks along that space.