Adoring Sweet (reply)

Who made thee martyr, shallow, beat?
Not I, my own adoring sweet.

Hearts of ignorance tried our love to break,
Instead of its full measure take.

Yet, pitiful schemes have come to naught,
Full love for my Daughter still I’ve got.

So still I’ll be with love replete,
There, forever, at your feet,
Loving you, adoring sweet.

----- by Dave

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