In the realm of love that's pure and strong,
Resides a bond, enduring and long.
A father's love, steadfast and true,
A beacon of light, guiding me through.

His gentle hands, weathered by time,
Hold me close, like a precious rhyme.
With arms so wide, he shields my fears,
And wipes away my sorrowful tears.

In his eyes, I see unwavering pride,
A love that never wavers, never hides.
He plants the seeds of dreams within,
Nurturing my hopes, helping me begin.

His voice, a lullaby of wisdom and care,
Guides me...