All The Days

All the days I dream of you,
To have you by my side.
All the days I look to heaven,
And with my heart I cry:
'Why am I so lucky!'
And the tears begin to fly.
'Why such a beautiful daughter
Do I have to call mine?'
Indeed tears of humbleness flow freely down my cheeks.
Your purity overwhelms me
And I fall to my knees,
How wonderful a miracle
That someone such as I,
Could find the pleasure of our Father
To bless from on high.
With such a priceless gift
An angels hand I hold.
Who lifts me up and cares for me,
And loves me when the world turns cold.
All the days I love her,
All the days I try,
To be the man God meant for her
And who's found favor in His eyes.

-Jake R. Green ( dedicated to: ___ )