Fatherhood
Judge not my failing's as a father or a man,
The hardest thing I ever did was resist the urge to run.
The truth of any love affair is seldomly exposed,
Just as oft a passerby will miss the blossoming of a rose.
The scent is so alluring, whilst the flower bud unborn,
But not enough to overcome his fear of the thorns.
I almost missed you flower, missed you blossom as you grow,
To see the mesmerizing beauty of my single winter rose.
Forever I will watch you, protect you from the rain,
Always through your life my darling, know your father will remain.
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