Forever, my little one.

I have loved you drunkenly

I have loved you sober.

I have held you through nights of tears and pain. Sometimes yours. Or was it mine?

A little head heavy on my shoulder.

The magnitude of love will kill me.

Is this why we say forever when we know of no such thing?

To describe precisely what love cannot be.

I control nothing, and time least of all.

So I say forever. Because eternity owns me, and not the reverse.

But you, my little one, you are the owner of eternity.