What may I give.
What will she accept.
Not sure.
I am ready to give her what I have.
I am ready to treat her well.
I am ready to take her in.
She needs a protector.
She needs someone who cares.
She needs a person who will protect her.
Does she need me.
Would I be enough.
I have obligations.
I have to fulfill others needs.
I cannot be exclusive to her now.
What does she need.
What may I give.
What will she accept.
Not sure.
She is a little girl in her heart.
I am a Daddy in my heart.
We could be a pair, the two of us.
We could be a pair.
A unit.
The two of us could be a unit,
Of love,
Of passion,
Of possibilities for joy.
We could.
But is she ready.
Not sure.
I know only this.
Only this.
I could give her the thing she needs.
I could.
If she is willing to accept it.
Willing to accept who I am.
Willing to accept what I have to give.
Willing to accept me.
Not sure.
I am offering.
I am here and placing it out there.
I am laying it out there for her to accept or reject.
I am here.
Will she accept me.
Will she offer me herself.
Will she accept that she is my little one.
Will she.
Not sure.
Yet.
