I spin around and around, frantically, in a panic, utterly helpless.
She's gone. I can't find her. I don't know who took her. She's just gone.
Was it death? Shadows? Boogeymen?
Before she was born, I longed for death but never found it.
Now that she's here, I long for life.
If something happens to her, how can I live? Will I ever be the same?
Will life be worth living?
My precious daughter, more valuable than platinum and gold.
I can't stand to lose her. I fear it more than death.
There is no pain, no hell worse than this.
There will never be another like her, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood.
And it's my fault. Whether it was or not, really, it was my fault.
I brought her into this world, and failed to protect her.
She trusted me and I let her down.
I don't deserve to live. So I shall lay here and wither, until death comes and takes me too.
And then we can be together, my beloved and I.
Once more, we can dance and play; for all of eternity.
But for now, I shall live my life with her.
Take each day as it is; a true gift from the universe.
A temporary reprieve until we must inevitably be parted by death.
And I will love her, fearlessly, until that day.