we look out the window,
cold, rainy morning,
of our getaway cottage,
the bed still rumpled from
the night’s pleasure,
but, my Princess, more than that,
more than the joy of seeing your face
from above, your eyes wide,
has been the growing jewel
you calling me Daddy created
in my inner heart.

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