In shadows cast by whispered words, I tread,  
A daughter bound by chains she never chose,  
In her embrace, a chill of ice instead,  
Love, once a garden, now a field of woes.  

Her laughter echoes, sharp like winter’s bite,  
Each smile a dagger, piercing through the day,  
I long to hold her hand, to find a light,  
Yet every word exchanged just pulls away.  

I wish for skies to clear, for hearts to mend,  
To bridge this chasm carved by fear and doubt,  
Oh, how I wish for time, a faithful friend,  
To guide us both towards a kinder route.  

But here, I stand, a dreamer in the storm,  
Hoping one day we can transform this norm.