He's tall, dark, and handsome with hands like an ox.
He sweeps me off my feet and holds me tight.
Never worrying if my hair is in all the right places,
or if I have a smudge on my face.
My Valentine loves me just the same.
When days are gloomy he picks me up with a bright smile and a hug.
When life leaves me wide eyed and teary eyed he brings comfort and love.
My Valentine always cheers me up.
When I fall, he's there to comfort the pain,
he picks me up and sets me on my feet again.
When I succeed he praises me and lifts me high for all the world to see.
My valentine is not ashamed.
Showing love just in his presence,
he will always be my Valentine.
I hope he knows how much I love him
and how the world would end without him.
My one and only,
My first Valentine,
My Dad.
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