My Daughter Poem by greg richardson

My Daughter



8 years old
with a burning soul
trying to find out
why?
I will guide you
little one
to a spring
of eternal life
where the flames
will die.
Dip yourself
in the shimmering pool
and leave
a beauty
beyond compare
No man will be able
to resist your charm
as you have
a heavenly soul
to which
no mortal
can compare.

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