Come, come, my angel,
O star that speaks with a golden voice,
The completion of this false life,
O flower-like maiden, come!
Never has a melody
Sounded like a beloved daughter's cry.
Never have the flowers of ages
Learned to smile like a golden maiden’s smile.
Like my child's first unsteady steps,
No poem has ever walked with such grace.
Like the babbling of a toddler spilling pearls,
No words exist in three hundred languages.
Oh, my dear, as a father,
I have tasted a mother’s love
When I held my golden one to my heart.
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A beautiful poem full of love and warmth, like a father's gentle embrace. 💖