Tiny hands, a crown of dandelion gold,
My little Princess, a story yet unfolds.
Lost in the garden, with tearful, big brown eyes,
A world of wonder, a sweet, surprising prize.

I knelt beside you, wiped dirt from your soft cheek,
A gentle smile, the words you couldn't speak.
A single flower, tucked behind your ear,
In that small moment, my love bloomed, crystal clear.

Days turned to weeks, we'd play beneath the sun,
Your laughter echoed, a joyful, royal run.
We built sandcastles, with moats and flags so grand,
A tiny Princess, ruling over wonderland.

The castle halls, with you, felt filled with light,
Each playful dance, a reason to hold you tight.
You'd wear my crown, a little queen so proud,
My heart would swell, with love unsaid, unbowed.

The world's a stage, with stories we would weave,
Brave knights and dragons, adventures we'd believe.
Your tiny hand, held safe within my own,
A love unspoken, a bond forever grown.

But whispers travel, on whispers on the breeze,
A Princess' duty, beyond the castle trees.
Tears welling up, a future I can't face,
My little Princess, soon to leave this happy space.

The crown awaits, a heavy, gilded cage,
Taking your laughter, turning a joyful page.
Though love remains, a bittersweet refrain,
My precious Princess, forever in my heart you'll reign.
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