Love You Daughter

A story to tell A story that never been told, Not new though, neither old, A bout treasure of pure Gold, Nicely kept, beautifully hold, Wrapped in a blessed shroud, Not to be found by digging! Only by prayers to the Lord. ***** The old man is determined, But, no signs yet, no traces, Distressed, wet and cold, He didn’t stop, refrain or hold, Hope kept him firm and bold, Hope will lead him to his bond. ***** One day he struck luck! He struck the concealed, hidden gold, He shouted… O’ my generous Lord, It is my girl; it is my soul, my fond, O’ Goodness, She is glittering more than Gold, With happiness inside, He prostrated to God and bowed.