I see they think you are my dad,
This also makes me very sad.
I must confess,'Tis my delight
To tell this tale and set them right.
Balladeer is not my Dad,
He is a friend, don't make him sad.
He is for me, so much more,
He makes my spirits soar.
You see, I love this gentle man,
He's always there to lend a hand.
He picks me up when I am down,
Makes me laugh when he's a clown.
He knows my heart and loves my soul,
He has purpose and a goal.
He shines his light to all he meets.
Sometimes he wants me 'neath the sheets :0
(Hey it rhymed!!..lol)
[This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 01-09-2000).]