When I look to you, I see the vast and pulchritudinous hand of God. How intricate his design must be, for each tiny detail on your body is perfect.

Though words are not built to describe features like yours, you do not care. You know the emotions I hold and how strongly I feel. Your beauty, though endless, is not the reason I love you. It is the expansive truth and kindness with your heart. The flutters of angelic emotion that emanate from you every moment I am in your company.

For all I have done, the mistakes I have made, the places I have been, the things I have learned; they have all been necessary, even the hardest steps because they lead me to you. With our journey just beginning, take my hand, baby girl. I owe you a billion more adventures.

Shapes, they keep wavering away
Water swirling, the ground eroding
Ink fading, hearing leaving today

My sweet innocent beauty stays the same
Solid, sweet, withstanding the waves of time
Our love, once a Tabula Rasa
Now a patchwork blanket of warm memory

When one day I no longer breath,
A blanket to keep you warm
To heat the family during every storm

After a long dive deep
A wind scarred girl with bright blonde hair
I, once far too "cool" to love or care
Not wanting to be a thief
I chose to let others succeed
Today, all I can do is love and care
I want to hold her and play with her hair
I swear to fight to keep
You and I together and happy
To sacrifice in good health and poor
Though this may sound sappy
I'll promise it thrice to a million times more
For you have always made me happy
Without you, I'd be nothing, nothing more

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Watch as you waste away
Another sunless day
Download and replay

Whipperwillows and sacred cards
California shattering down upon us
Armadillos driving cars
Minnesota blathering all around us

Car parks, yellow museums
Degraded writers, fellow men
Air marks, mellowed athenaeum
Traded fighters bellow again

All in the head and under the bed
Yelling out, loud and clear
What was once dead is now unsaid
Shout about fear

As the rain slicked catacombs entomb such a thought
A refrain sticks honeycomb blooms, touched and bought