Forever His Princess

He held his little girl,

Her head in his hand.

He heard her hushed breath.

He felt her heart beat softly.

One single tear rolled down his cheek.

He knew, just as much as he knew himself,

That this little girl that he held in his arms

Held his heart in her precious hands.

He said “Hello, Your Highness.”

She would be his Princess and

She would call him ‘Daddy’

 

He watched her grow.

Intelligent in mind

And individual in soul.

Intellectual in presentation.

She went from intermediate to expert

Right before his eyes.

He couldn’t have loved her any more.

Nor could she have impressed him any less.

She was, and always would be, immortal

In the image of his Princess.

 

She got older and matured–

Sophisticated and sweet smiled.

A song of serenity and strength.

A balance between serious and spirited.

As successful as she was,

She was still the same little girl–

The same tiny thing that he held in his arms that day.

He still saw her as his Princess

A Princess to his heart