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assonance, fingers, internal rhyme, poetry, prose, writing201
She runs her fingers down my cheek as she says “Hey dad, hey dad!” over and over again. I ask her what she needs; she replies with a voice sweeter than honey, “I love you!” She loves me. So I take her hand in mine, our fingers entwined, and I gently kiss her little hand. I tell her “I love you so much more than you know.” As she hears these words from me, I see the smile on her face stretch far and wide. Her eyes could light even the darkest of night; like the brightest star in all the heavens. If this was like the stories we tell; we’d live in a kingdom hidden within an enchanted forest. I’d be storming a castle to rescue my love, and riding off into the sunset; our hearts beating faster like a beat in a chorus. She is my princess, and I am her prince charming.