darling, sometimes we forget humans are mindless among the sadness monotonous moments and fleeting happiness there is a form of fighting peace
it is love and one day you will fall
it truly is the sweetest fruit and you must cherish it as though it is the last pearl in this dark and vast ocean of travesty we call life.
-To my future daughter.
I might never have one, and I might never show this. But I couldn't think of anyone else to dedicate it to. And its not the kind of poem you leave lying around undedicated ya know.