My Dad has the biggest heart
He’ll do anything on a lark
He’ll go to the ends of the hurt
He loves so much until it hurts
There is no question as to what he’ll do
Love is automatic when he’s with you
Don’t say “sorry” when he does a stinky job
Cause that’s what love is, that what love does
That’s my Dad
He’s the meaning of Love.
6/17/2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem