Ecstasy
I look at my father in sheer ecstasy.
His glowing blonde hair with a ponytail,
His moustache and grin, what a sight to see!
And his eyes and hands sure could tell a tale.
I look at my father in pure admiration
With his warm laugh and warmer hug.
Now a proud veteran, for the declaration.
He tucks me in and I feel safe and snug.
I look at my father with so much spirit-
More than one thousand horses could hold.
Walks into a dark room, now is lit,
Persuades towards right things, now I'm sold.
I look at my father in a comfy sweater.
I look at him, he looks at me.
He looked cool, never better.
Almost as if on purpose, just sheer ecstasy.
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