Daughter

Daugher


The matter is rather delicate
Not beckoned to the life of a celibate
To have given you a little girl?
Gladly
Hair red, curly
Hazel eyed beauty
Image spitting
Conceived out of wedlock
Had me on the string
Though never tied that knot
Unshackled melody
Thus it escapes me
Now we hardly even speak
The gold of silence
Delivered on a silver platter to me
Your mystique
Captivating physique
Campho phenique on your exquisite lips
Unique