She wished on rainbows for a girl,
and there was Belle,
more precious than a cultured pearl
the jewelers sell.
Niccole had waited, oh so long,
for lullabies and infant song,
to grace the hallways where they dwell,
and there was Belle.

Her mom will worship every curl.
Her heart will swell,
as skeins of mother love unfurl
unparallel
to anything she's ever known,
a bond with mom and child alone.
This Rose has the most charming spell,
and there was Belle.