I made her…
She is different, she’s unique.
With love I formed her in her
Mother’s womb.
I fashioned her with great joy.
I remember, with great pleasure,
The day I created her.

I love her smile.
I love her ways.
I love to hear her laugh
And the silly things she says and does
She brings me great pleasure.
This is how I made her.

I made her pretty and not beautiful,
because I knew her heart, and I
knew she would be vain.
I wanted her to search out her
heart, and to learn that it would
be me in her that would draw friends to her.

I made her in such a way, that she would need me.
I made her a little more lonesome that she would like to be.
Only because I needed for her to learn to depend on me.
I knew her heart, I know if I had not made her like this she would go her own chosen way and forget me…her creator.

I have given her many good and happy things…because I love her.

Because I love her, I have seen her broken heart…
and the tears she cried alone.
I have cried with her, and had a broken heart, too.

Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone, only because she would not hold my hand.
So many lessons she’s learned the hard way because she would not listen to my voice.

So many times I have sat back and sadly watched her go her merry way alone.
Only to watch her return to my arms, sad and broken.

And now she’s mine again…
I made her, then I bought her…
because I love her.

I have to reshape and remold her…
to renew her to what I had planned for her to be.
It has not been easy for her or for me.

I want her to be conformed to my image…
This high goal I have set for her,
because I love her.