With iron hands that hold the world,
he holds me tenderly.
With eyes that seem so hard,
he looks at me lovingly.
With lips that speak the truth,
he kisses me softly.
He is unbreakable, unchangeable,
so strong.
He is unstoppable, and determined,
even when he's wrong.
Just when I begin to wonder who he really is,
he falls asleep.
For just that moment, he's a little boy
with hopes and dreams,
fears and schemes,
waiting to grow up.
Lying in my arms
is the man who gave me the world.
Resting in my soul
is the boy who has my heart.
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Submission Name: Dearest
