I look at thee…
With 'fathers' eyes,
And taketh pride…
In thee—
Think of thee…
My little girl,
And wish to comfort thee—
In all the years I have been blessed,
In having come to know thee,
I could not ever love thee more,
And such…
Is as it should be--
For I love thee…
As my baby girl,
And speak so…
Oft of thee—
Enjoy…
The moments shared,
Within thy company--
Yes I look at thee…
With 'fathers' eyes,
No greater joy…
E'er could be,
For I've been blessed…
In this life…
To come to think of thee--
Yes think of thee…
My little girl,
My daughter…
Now and always,
And nothing means as much,
As to see it in thine eyes--
For I look at thee…
With 'fathers' eyes,
And as a daughter…
Love thee—
And pray… T
he day will come at last,
Thou will think…
A father…
Of me.

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