LOVE DIVINE

A letter from a father to his new born daughter.
A love letter for when she's grown and he is gone.
It's not supposed to be sad, I just had to write it.
Before I forgot how it must have been from his point of view.

You are all I live for
tiny child of mine
not all the riches of a
thousand men or more 
would change the score
my love for you, divine.

Your fingers around mine curl
new soul born into the world
I've nothing left to give you
it's all inside your heart
keeping you warm.

I see you by the dukebox in spring
twirling your hair between your fingers
your golden hair twisted into ringlets
and I know that when you're older
you'll break all the boys hearts
with those eyes,

your disguise a mellow yellow dress
cut just above your knees.

You're not yet four
but when you are I'll tell you
all about the first time 
I held you in my arms.
Moments old and already

so bright
that when we left I went
straight to the shop to
buy you your first guitar

and kept it under the stairs
until you'd grown. 

And I wish you'd known
how much I cried
that night I found out
my soul had died
before it's time.

I wish you knew
I had no clue about my heart
how I'd one day break yours first. 

But you are still all I live for
grown up child of mine
not all the riches of a
million men or more 
would change the score
my love for you is infinite.

The End

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