You are my princess, though I am not a king
You are the gift that heaven did bring
On that special Father’s Day in June of 84
From my own birth date, one day before
Everywhere we went, I carried you around
So well behaved, you hardly made a sound
You listened to my stories both new and old
We shared the hugs and many memories of gold
The years have flown so fast through school and U
No longer can I carry or dote on you
On this happy day, you are now a queen
You are still my princess, though married to your king
(poem read at the wedding service)
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