This is not a poem. It may or may not rhyme. It may or may not make sense.. These are just plain words....He has the Strongest Hands and roughest Palm
A Touch that can break things
but I wonder how it suddenly turns
the kindest, the softest on me!
He has the Amazing eyes, calm and deep,
A Look that says a million.
Under those penetrating gaze I cannot lie
'cause they dig the truth from underneath.
He has an Aura, powerful and bright
that lightens up day and night
He is protective and radiates warmth
I feel safe, sound and alright.
He has a Soothing voice, a trusted one,
tender in advice, commanding in orders.
It's His hallmark, His brand,
that ascribes to Him but none.
He is handsome, He is unique,
A Man who inspires, a One to admire.
He hates it when i come home late
keeps the other guys at bay.
Hard on the outside and soft on the inside,
He is the best, One of a kind.
Oh no! HE is not my Boyfriend,
HE is my DAD.
