Day 348
A willowy young woman where once walked a child immersed in the innocent years of her youth
She summons my soul through her mother's eyes and deepens my spirit with my own heart
She drinks in life as once did I with guiltless gulps and sanguine swallows
She savors it's sweetness with droplets of dalliance dancing for joy down her slim-slender chin
She croons a carefree chorus of her choosing and dreams the dappled desires of youth.
Proving that passion means always believing, she discovers the forgotten faith that lose
She's a tempestuous tryer of my pitiable patience, a formidable foe full of free-spirited fire.
My embracer of epics, my lover of losers, my champion of children, and my forgiver of fools.
I play the role I'm cast to be from euphoria to catastrophe a prince, a king, a duke, an earl
The keeper of this precious pearl, my love, my life, my little girl.
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