Four? How about seven?

My bright-eyed baby,
always know that I see you
and hear you.
Always know I will be next to you,
looking at you and smiling.

My bright-eyed girl,
please know how much brighter my sky has been since the days of Bayes.
My stars illuminate with the reason I was brought to you.

My bright-eyed sweetie,
don’t you forget the beauty you possess,
the things that make you kick,
and the world that surrounds you.

My bright-eyed beauty,
never lose track of your potential,
like a time bomb ticking,
like an airplane during take off,
ready to take over.

When I look into you, my bright-eyed baby,
I see all that I need to see.