I love to sit next to your beds,
Feel both of you breathe,
Smell your sweatie little heads
And guard the path to your dreams.
I like when your dark eyes dive into
My ocean blue.
I am your rock
Your stone castle on the horizon,
Later, these lines you will mock
At teenage and probably beyond.
One day to you I'll whisper
The story of your sleeping brother.
But in the meantime let me add
Clara and Denis
I'm so proud and happy
To be your Dad.