His Smile You'Ll Recognize
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In a fable long ago
A father spun
Perhaps to ease a daughter's pain
Stitch her torn soul
Back together
Dry her falling tears
He spoke of not a knight
Nor Prince
Not frogs to kiss
Or lamps to rub
He told of love
A truest kind
Not sought, nor searched
Not bought, nor perched
It would be hers
And hers...the prize
When he comes for you
And know he will
His smile you'll recognize
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