Time rolls by, we never know,
From which end of time will teach us so,
We find that thing someday we’ll miss,
The beauty of a daughter’s kiss.
Lost in time the avenue,
Teaches us what we thought we knew,
No road we’ve traveled such as this,
The truth is found in a daughter’s kiss.
The things we know we knew not then,
For boys cannot turn into men,
Until they feel this nirvana’s bliss,
In the honesty of a daughter’s kiss.
Do not take for granted thus,
What time shall steal from each of us,
And rather than to seek to reminisce,
Take in each moment of your daughter’s kiss.
