My Little Angels

In the eyes of my little angels, I see love unbridled, Unconditional, unwavering, a devotion that's simply childlike. They believe in me, with hearts so pure and true, Even when I stumble, they see only strength, only virtue. Their smiles, a balm to my weary soul, Their laughter, a symphony that makes my heart whole. They ask about sweets, with eyes aglow, And though I have none, their joy remains, it doesn't go. Their love is a gift, a treasure to behold, Unforced, unfeigned, it's real, it's worth more than gold. They pray for me, with hands so small, And in their innocence, I find my strength, my all. They sleep with hope, with faith in their Daddy's name, Even when hunger pangs, and trials claim, Their trust is unwavering, their love, a flame, That burns bright, a beacon that guides me, that's my claim. Oh, my little angels, you teach me what love means, A love that's pure, selfless, without a single seam. You show me that love isn't bound by circumstance, It's a choice, a gift, a sacrifice, a dance. In your eyes, I see a love that's real, A love that's strong, that's fierce, that's heal. I'll strive to be worthy, of this love so true, To be the Daddy, that you need, that you deserve, too.