Fathers, be good to your daughters;
daughters will love like you do.
you are the strength and the weight of her world
poetry
Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear
I suppose to study, but I ended up drawing something else in lieu with jieyang's blog. Grah. I either find another topic to draw, or EVEN BETTER, don't draw at all.
STUDY.
he told me that I've done alright and kissed me till the morning light