She said I was her first true love, And one day she'd marry me. I told her another might object to that, For I'm not what you seem to see. You see, there were three others, That said the same to me; And I married the one, The only one, The Mother of those three.
Ah, daughters. How a father loves them, and how they first love their Dads. I miss my young girls, and love my adult girls. Tempus fugit.