…as hot as the winter desert; as cold
as the Saharan sands; as loud as the silent grave; as peaceful as the abyss of
Hell…as joyful as an infant’s death; as melancholic-as sad as a tyrant’s death…
So is the love of a father…
As cruel as the love of a mother; as
sweet as the Lucifer’s dance…as high as the ocean floor and as deep as the
mountain peak…so is the love of a father… The love of a father is immeasurable;
incalculable; incomprehendable; unfathomable; indescribable and un-matched. Yet
even more is the love of a father never felt. The love never given to son. The
love traded for hate. Great is the pain…that our dear son Ryan feels. Great is
the pain that goes through his heart; the heart that has a hole inside; the
void left by his dear Father…un-matched is the pain; indescribable is the
torment; unfathomable is the misery; incomprehendable is the torture;
incalculable the agony; immeasurable the sorrow…
For so is the love of a father… great
is the love of a father…
(c) Merveller 2015
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