Oh, my dear, I am thrilled and filled
With happiness because your daughter knows.
I feared your book of poetry
Might hurt if it was closed.
To have some one you love so dear
Read poems by me to you,
With heart that understands so clear
What they must mean to you,
Oh, that, dear makes me feel so free
I just might write more poetry!
And this is how the workings are
Of love that comes from truth afar.
For it is strong and shall not fail;
It sings within and speaks aloud,
And what would bar’s of no avail,
Because that love is true and proud!
Yes, I am proud of you, my dear,
Proud of your daughter, too!
And I am glad my poems say clear,
“My love, I live for you!”