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What once almost wasn't,
Will now, forever be,
For you, my lovely daughter,
I give my love, eternally
I can give no less to you,
Than all that I am,
If I were to do anything else,
It would make me less of a man
When you smile,
I must smile in return,
You have taught me,
That I have so much to learn
Your eyes are bottomless,
A deep, sapphire blue,
And I lose track of time,
As I sit and watch you
You mean everything to me,
Which I can say now,
With complete honesty,
For I know what "everything" truly means
What once almost wasn't,
Will now, forever be,
For you, my lovely daughter,
I give my love, eternally
jlp January 25, 2010
Will now, forever be,
For you, my lovely daughter,
I give my love, eternally
I can give no less to you,
Than all that I am,
If I were to do anything else,
It would make me less of a man
When you smile,
I must smile in return,
You have taught me,
That I have so much to learn
Your eyes are bottomless,
A deep, sapphire blue,
And I lose track of time,
As I sit and watch you
You mean everything to me,
Which I can say now,
With complete honesty,
For I know what "everything" truly means
What once almost wasn't,
Will now, forever be,
For you, my lovely daughter,
I give my love, eternally
jlp January 25, 2010
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all my thoughts begin to churn
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Mixed emotions fill my head
I cannot grasp where I belong
In moments short or much too long
I need some strength to find a cure
To rid this blackness to make me pure
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You flinch too much. You look and look and think and think and you never actually go there, actually do it.
I know you think it's scary, and that people will judge you (because they will). But guess what? That's life. I know you'd change yourself if you could. I know you think the world would be better off without "someone like you," someone with dreams too big for your imagination and hopes that never really made it off the ground. Someone who wants everything they shouldn't.
It wouldn't be.
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This was written for 
's weekly theme "eternity", and I could think of nothing better to describe that than the love I have for my daughter, Taylor.
Truly love, like hope, is eternal.
's weekly theme "eternity", and I could think of nothing better to describe that than the love I have for my daughter, Taylor.Truly love, like hope, is eternal.
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