Sang Diva

My Sweet Love Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Thu, 9 Oct 2008 16:32:00 +0700

First anniversary

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 24 May 2008 15:59:00 +0700

Diva Style

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:54:00 +0700

Diva with sister

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Mon, 3 Mar 2008 17:27:00 +0700

Diva of Art

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Mon, 3 Mar 2008 14:57:00 +0700

Fantasy Baby

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 1 Mar 2008 16:26:00 +0700

Diva in Focus

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 1 Mar 2008 16:20:00 +0700

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:39:00 +0700

She's a little bit of sunshine
She's a smile to light our days
She will steal our hearts and
Keep them with her warm endearing ways
She's our precious little daughter
With a sweetness from above
Who will fill our years with laughter
And our lives with lots of love.

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 17:15:00 +0700

Crayoned colored wings,
spread across the skies,
Rainbows in space, adrift,
See, she floats and flies,
Winging to some unknown spot,
She escapes what we've been taught.

Beauty, flight and freedom be,
her future, her reality.

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 16:12:00 +0700

Beautiful baby,
How did you come to be?
Did you fall from the sky
or the branch of a tree?

Beautiful baby,
It's just I can't believe
an unearthly miracle like you
could really come from me.

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:48:00 +0700

Mother always there is
for child.

My Mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart,
She planted all the good things
that gave my life it's start.

She turned me to the sunshine
and encouraged me to dream,
Fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self-esteem...

And when the winds and rain came,
she protected me enough--
But not too much because she knew
I'd need to stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example
always taught me right from wrong--
Markers for my pathway
that will last a lifetime long.

I am my Mother's garden.
I am her legacy-
And I hope today she feels the love
reflected back from me

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:45:00 +0700

happy a father...
is...
child...

I look at you now, my sweet little angel,
and I cannot believe what i see.
You're looking back, my sweet little angel,
looking back and smiling at me.

It is such a surprise, my sweet little angel,
how happy you seem to be.
Because I was so scared, my sweet little angel,
at what kind of mother I'd be

But you've taught me how, my sweet little angel,
to know exactly what you need
I'm not always right, my sweet little angel,
but you are so patient with me.

I am your teacher, my sweet little angel,
but you're more a teacher to me.
You are now growing, my sweet little angel,
and growing together are we.

~ Ashley Phillips ~

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:28:00 +0700

No day sing
bathing warm light
transparent...
your face.

Love me, - I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:21:00 +0700

Moment Diva still baby
Sweet baby...

You are my one, and I have not another;
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure;
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,
Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.

My Name is Diva

noreply@blogger.com (Aphrodiva Delovi) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 17:02:00 +0700

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1807 - 1882)