If I love you were the last words that would roll upon my lips,
Would they find themselves an alter,
As you kissed my fingertips?
I hoped I would read you stories of all the fairy tales,
But this book that I am closing,
Has no white and perfect veil.
If the moment that they left me and my eyes let out a tear,
Would you wipe it off my cheek,
And remember I was here?
I feared I’d never teach you — was very much afraid,
But the love to you my daughter,
Is more than beds unmade.
If I love you were the words that came directly from my chest,
And it harbored me to breathe them,
Would you cherish what they’d left?
I wished to hold you tighter when you would need me the most,
Daughter I am truly sorry,
For the things that I had hoped.
If I love you was the only thing that I had left to say,
Would it crumble you to pieces or would you simply walk away?
Your smile is more beautiful than the day I brought you here,
And now that I must leave you,
I love you more my dear.
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