The Father

I am rougher than she, These arms from sterner stuff Are hewn, Yet hold you with firm tenderness Embraced against the beating Heart Enshrined in bars of steel. I am harder than she, These eyes from coarser flint Are formed, Yet see you with a burst of love More brighter through the hidden Tears Forever cried unseen. I am louder than she, This voice from darker chords Is wrought, Yet tells you with a resonance, A marinade of bourbon Truth I live for you alone. I am weaker than she, This soul from ragged cloth Is stitched, Yet burns with blue undying flame, Radiates throughout Infinity For the child who is mine.