I remember going a little aflame,
Trying to think of my first daughters name.
A magical name to set her apart.
A name that would come straight from my heart.
One that when sounded and softly heard,
Would echo like the call of a bird.
No matter whose lip or why or whim,
My heart skips a beat each time I hear Kim.
It came from inside a part of a goal,
It came from inside a part of my soul.
It came from the magic of a wishing well.
It came from inside my hearts woven spell.
Each time it is called and I hear its sound,
My eyes light up and heart starts to pound.
It echoes like magic sets her apart
And gives me a twinge straight in my heart.
A flower is a flower, a name a name,
But the sound of Kim ever strikes me a flame.