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You could tell how he felt

When ever he'd see her smile, his face would just melt.

He'd hold her hand and kiss her cheek

She'd laugh and his heart would get weak.

He loved this child as his own

Even let her live in his home.

She was so important in his world

And you could tell, She was Daddy's Little Girl.

No way in HELL could he be mistaken for

As just "like a father figure" He is so much more.

He was her father, even if it wasn't from blood.

You could just feel, so much love.

You could tell how she felt and why

I could see how she looked up to this guy

Such a perfect passion for this life

Such a sweet way to get through this strife.

And his heart is breaking as he reads these words

And she is calling, "Daddy, am I still your little girl!?"

And he is wishing for her one last time

And I'm sorry for writing these lines...

But look how you filled this child she is yours

I always thought of her, as your little girl.