Tender little young angel of mine,
How you sleep like daddys divine,
Gods angel over my bloods own,
This precious child never to disown,
A reflection of my own traits and image,
A flower planted of meadows greenage,
Flourishes a magical life, summoning smiles,
Billows draw her name from high vertical miles,
Our love cannot be touched or tampered,
Fathers love; forever a past when pampered,
When the light of day she saw,
Heaven came like breeze ocean,
She has her fathers devosion,
My baby asenath, our loves promotion.
A boys mischief; not withstanding,
Fathers care; will be left on standing.
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I would like to translate this poem
wow; a great poem. beautifully pictured the love between a father and a daughter. fathers love is great. daughters are very much attached to their fathers. I love this poem of yours. Top Marks............. :)