Through the Field, Into My Heart
The clouds mirror in her eyes, shivers cascade through myself.
Lilies of the Valley cling to her hair, so golden.
Such beauty incomparable to everything Man itself has witnessed.
Watching this joy radiate from her, impenetrable to the imperfect, I am thus complete.
Her gapped smile. Her hands. Feet.
Little nose and ears.
And as I listen ever so intently, I wonder if Heaven could be so great as hearing her laughter, her voice yelling,
“Daddy, run faster.”
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