Time for a poem.

[Tynerion]

I sit and watch you with tranquil eyes,
Feeding--as I did the day you first appeared.
“Dad?â€￾ is your bemused response.
Unable to give up the façade of potency, I tender a smile and a lie.
“I'm okay.â€￾

But truth be told, I'm much more than that. I'm much less than that.
Though turning my gaze to sights less radiant,
The singularity of my heart and mind takes me to what you are,
Of what you were, of what I lust for you to be.

I've walked through your garden a thousand times.
The removal of weeds, my fatherly charge.
Yet your fruits mettle, so sinuously strong,
relates more than my oft-heavy hand.
Another gardener, a greater father, has made His marks in your soil.
The remaking of Eden is all but shown in your words, acts and smile.

With eyebrows raised you have caught me again.
The voiceless question demands a reason for my feral grin.
An inner sigh and a silent laugh solidifies that you will never know,
Until it happens, in years to come, your own child sits before you—
Fulfilling your world at breakfast.

[Lyneaone]

Very sweet Tynerion.....

You are filled with the simple joys and purity of life....

I so love you.