Ecstasy

I look at my father in sheer ecstasy. His glowing blonde hair with a ponytail, His moustache and grin, what a sight to see! And his eyes and hands sure could tell a tale. I look at my father in pure admiration With his warm laugh and warmer hug. Now a proud veteran, for the declaration. He tucks me in and I feel safe and snug. I look at my father with so much spirit- More than one thousand horses could hold. Walks into a dark room, now is lit, Persuades towards right things, now I'm sold. I look at my father in a comfy sweater. I look at him, he looks at me. He looked cool, never better. Almost as if on purpose, just sheer ecstasy.