reynolds
A man cant describe
In the words on a page,
The treasure and pleasure
He feels in this age,
Of the gift he calls daughter,
Sent from Heaven to Earth.
And the joy she will bring him
From the moment of birth.
He knows she is precious
From her very first breath.
And he knows down the road
Hell be put to the test.
But his heart fills with pride,
When she walks in the room,
And gives him a smile
That can drive away gloom.
I am so proud of
What you have become.
A beautiful woman,
Fit for any mans son.
A beauty thats deeper
Than the skin on your face.
For it grows from the i
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