To My Daughter

My precious love
clothed in beautiful white
and so heavenly bright
so much more beautiful
then the most beautiful song
I have ever heard

You are
a tiny sand dust
that is being build up
to the strongest glass
so that you behind it's clearness
can dance
in the sound of rivers
and birds singing

Even though my hands
had every dropp of water
from every ocean in the world
they could never tell
how much I love you

by Malan Tyril

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Malan, this is loving a child as one should. Just lovely.
This is a beautiful love poem to your daughter. It uses such telling imagery.