To the Son or Daughter I'll Never Have
To my one true love, my Angela
I see you in my mind's eye:
I'm so glad you inherited your mother's looks.
Your big beautiful eyes, sometimes bluish-gray like your mother's,
Sometimes green like your grandmother's.
You are the culmination, the sum, the final result
Of an undying love that knew no boundary
Of time, of space, of reason.
You are the product of the purest emotions,
Of unwavering devotion, of uncompromising faith.
You are a thing of beauty, created by beauty.
You are both the result and cause of happiness:
We made you because we were happy, and, by making you,
We became even happier.
We love you so much, little one.
Approximate date of composition: March 23, 2001
Created 06/25/01 / Last modified 06/25/01 by
Giovanni Dania
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