for Anya

for Anya

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
"

05/2011

"
when I think of you
which is never ceasing 
a flood of emotions run
through the valleys of my heart
my love and responsibilities 
form constant thoughts in my mind
the scars in my demeanor 
is the time lost between us
when I think of you 
I think of us running through
the theme parks, hand in hand
your confidence in me is staggering 
when I think of you
I think of you holding me the whole feature film
and kissing my cheek when sadness arose
you are the princess of my realm
when I think of you 
thoughts of your undying love surface
you love like me, unconditionally 
your person and your beauty flatter me
the joys that explode in my heart
when you dance with me, are heavenly 
the shades of time slow to miracle perfection
it makes me who I am as a man

graced by Gods greatest gift, a soul of an angel

© 2012 joshua deathdealer


Author's Note

joshua deathdealer
Written for my daughter Anya Lynne.



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its so nice to see such a dedicated father who is not afraid, never hesitates to show how much he loves his daughter. this is going to mean more and more to her as she grows older. the love you show her is so important, it really will set the stage for the rest of her life. but i can tell she is very lucky to have you in her life. :)

ps. i love the name anya!

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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So sweet! Your human side is beautiful to behold.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a beautiful tribute of daughter from father.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Super poem! You capture the depths of the bond that is like no other.
Bravo!

ps- She's a cutie!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You have a very beautiful daughter.

A father's love and happiness all through out the poem is heart flattering.

She will be proud of you.


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful to all of us the day comes when we are faced with the new feeling we have yet to know That being the day we have a child and realize for the first time we love another more than ourselves From that moment on we know why we are

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful... and your poem is very good too..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Blinking away the tears. I am floored.

"your confidence in me is staggering" = my favorite line

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

aaaaawwww... the love that knows no end.... such a beautiful write!! touched me deeply!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An amazing understanding of infant minds. Your daughter is very lucky to have a dad as knowing as you. So many parents damage or should I say fail to love highly, through ignorance. If only I could have the chance all over again. How different a parent I would be. My four grown up children would have benefited greatly, if I could have lived a few lifetimes first. Good enough parents is what most of us are. Thankyou. A thought provoking and loving write. A cute picture. A cute smile.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the definition of a TRUE man has just been defined in your gorgeous and powerful ode to the child~ for a man is one who can express and show his devotion to the most important creation he will ever be a part of in the universe~ many men have forgotten what it is to be a man~ it is heartwarming to glimpse that there are still men who comprehend the treasure of their children~ beautiful~

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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