Believe me.
It is true,
you know what's best for me.
For my tender eyes speak of your resemblance,
my ears listen to the rhythmic pulse you put me to bed,
as you soothe me with the frequency embedded deep inside,
with all, and all that, that lead you to.
That had you lead to me, dad.
Much of your carbon copy, I suspect,
have more than a little faith in me, you should.
For I have a lot from mom,
yet to be nourished.
Much of her cheekiness, her grace, her loving smile,
it is all... inside of me.
Then again,
I might be not so much like you, after all!
Maybe you knew, as I thought so,
you are the world to me.
I love you, dad.
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