To her I have Agape

A fatherly love

Why in harsh life I be cheer?

Why, dear lad, it’s love

For her that I hold most dear

As gentle lamb above.

Beautiful brown soft eyes,

Long curly blonde hair,

 A smile of precious size,

And cheeks shy and fair

Belonging to a sweet angel

Of a cloying embrace

From her to me be special

Full of  tender grace.

My life seldom be shabby

When from her I hear 

I love you daddy.