Your eyes tell a story of a life you have yet to live.
Your eyes teach me things that I did not know.
Your eyes burst with light and love and pure joy.
Your eyes turn my pessimistic world view to optimistic.
Seeing the world through your child's eyes inspire me to have hope.
You are my hero and you never intended to be.
You are my light in a dark world.
You have made me a renaissance man in an uninspiring world.
Your name Aria means air and that is what you bring to a stale world.
You are my daughter, my muse, my hope.
I am your father and you my hero, thank you for being pure.

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