A father wrote this for his daughter:
eliza is the most brightest of the color in my life,how could i not but put her high and prominant on my canvas,
she is the most shining jewel of my crown,how can i not but polish her and keep her unscratched.
she is like the rainbow in my life, how could i not but make it rain again and again to make her bright and whole.
she is like a warm,deep enveloping pleasure which wrap itself around me to make me whole.
I see in her a piece,a broken remnant of my soul,how could i not but appreciate the beauty of my soul which has disentangled itself from me and now resides with her.
Perchance in her I see something which time snatched from me and instead God supplied me that moment back,with an exceeding esctacy, the value of that moment only i know…