Her resolution is to Take

Grab onto the happy moments.

The smiles & freeing laughter

Grasp lust & desire. 

Ride the waves of passion

Seize new adventures. 

Let her heart race in rapture & exhilaration

My love

I don’t need an address 

You’re my home, my heart 

I don’t need a memento to our love 

You’re my diamond, my soul 

I don’t need lingerie 

You’re my vision of desire, my passion 

I don’t need air 

You’re in every breath, my life

Some fathers clip the wings of their daughters.

Not her dad

He taught his girl how to spread her wings and fly

Up past the fog and confusion

Allowing her to touch the stars

And her dreams

His face had more lines than a map and fingers stained with nicotine. He was an old loner, ignored and forgotten. He made time for the unwanted and neglected child, taught her to read, write, and imagine. To her, the nobody man was everything.