Lorraine and I enjoyed the things of nature, until she had TB in her hip. She spent two years in hospital
With tenderness did I first hold you in my arms, my child.
My first-born babe, my daughter whose life would entwine
itself with mine. For we did by blood, inherit the love of England's fields and flowers. All that did run and creep and fly did by gift belong to us.
Oh, thou of beauty fair, whose tresses of golden sunlight did garland thy face in framed perfection to others envy. In childish glee did thou set thy path to follow that of thy father, who in joy did find happiness in the company of thine innocence.
We two, with delight in our hearts did seek that in natures bounteous beauty, freely given, and eagerly sought, all that was minute to others eyes. Thus in perfect relationship did thou impart unto I and I likewise unto thee a bond of undissoluble cord.
Is this acceptable?
jesus criste how on earth did you write that its brill, i love peoms and this is like omg. this is the best ive come across, very romantic, well u no wat i meen, i cant get the words right lmao i love it is what i need to say lmao
bubi
xx
p.s keep going with more peoms there brill.
Reply:Acceptable? Absolutely
Exceptional writing, and I enjoyed reading it. I can feel the love and tenderness felt by both. I don't generally get misty over poetry, but this one got me. Well done.
Reply:A touching and beautiful tribute to a daughter. (One error: you must say "me" instead of "I" thy father, since you need a direct object pronoun rather than a subject pronoun).
Reply:This is a beautiful poem for your daughter. I am moved and yes it is more than acceptable. Very good. Exceptional,
Reply:Oh Robert, I was moved to tears by this tribute. It is so lovely. It is more then acceptable. It is so heartfelt.
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