She knows I love her but she really doesnâ€™t understand the depth of my love. She doesnâ€™t know that I would take the bullet for her or step in front of the bus.
I wouldnâ€™t think twice about it or hesitate. She doesnâ€™t remember the time at the mall I took out a man who was about to run her over.
He was too busy talking on his cell phone and she was too busy looking for something in her purse. I was fast enough to wrap her up in my arms but not graceful enough to avoid the collision with him.
The man went down hard and she laughed. â€œDaddy, you are so silly.â€
She was four at the time.
Now she is seven going on thirty and I am hopelessly in love with the girl that I call the dark-haired beauty.
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