I seem to have somewhat of a weird love with poetry... Shitty, unrhymeing poetry when I was a kid. It's the only type I can produce. Get used to it, people. Haiz.
I looked into those deep blue eyes,

Those lovely, aquamarine eyes.

How new, how innocent they are,

With no idea of the future,

With no dreams nor hopes,

Yet.

Come here, my son, my child, my life,

Come close to me, I beg of you.

I would bring you,

On the fleet-feathered owls,

To the golden glade,

where no darkness shall enter.

Come here, my son, my child, my life,

Come close to me, I beg of you.

Study the beautiful dreams riding on the air,

Watch those crystalline petals unfurl,

Those scents of dreams and joy they waft out.

See! Now they bloom do beautifully,

In your heart.

Come here, my son, my child, my life,

Come close to me, I beg of you.

The glade of gold,

The dreams,

the flowers,

The soft warmth of death and life.

Let them stay in your heart,

forevermore.

I am no longer,

my dear.

I am nothing but the ray of light,

That touches your face.

I am nothing but the breeze,

That steals past your soft smile.

Come here, my son, my child, my life,

Come close to me, I beg of you.

I can only give you this,

I am no longer,

my dear.

But I wish you joy and dreams,

and the love of a father's heart.

In case you want to know... It is another one of those supposedly long lost scraps of papers. Ya know the drill. Review button. XD