When you lied, I loved you.
When you punished, I loved you.
I still love you now.
When you died, I loved you.
You died three times that night.
They brought you back again,
But you were not the same.
When you hurt, I loved you.
So much I wished I could
Take all the pain you ever felt
And throw it in the trash.
When you spoke, I loved you.
I heard you say my name.
Over time you learned
Just how to live again.
When you walked, I loved you.
Everyone was proud of you,
But we both knew that somehow,
Only I really understood.
Now you cope, and I love you.
For how strong you are
and how you still helped me
as I desperately tried to help you.
Yes, Daddy, I love you.
When you were stern,
Strong, weak, or caring.
I loved you, and I always will.
Spoiler
Another poem for my dad. He was in a motorcycle accident, and he lost his leg. Even when he was in so much pain and such a dire situation, he still worried about my brother and I. I love him so much.

It's catchy.