Loved her before I saw her.
How can I not?
Loved her mother before her.
Not because she was hot.
Certainly not.
Loved her because she is she.
before I did see.
Loved her as much as she
loved me.
Don’t ask me why?
Loved her because she is hot.
What?
Of course she is hot.
I didn’t say she is not.
I have no idea why!
Loved the smile she gives me
the one she will.
Loved the way she will cry for me.
One day she will.
the day I die.
Loved the eyes so blue
like hers
which she is rolling now, true!
She knows I am hers
and now I am theirs.








This is so heartfelt and beautiful. To be loved like that is a blessing.
thank you Patricia… I guess it is a blessing… a very complicated blessing… I did love the mother … I guess I’ll have to love the daughter as well
A sweet and touching poem! What a man wants in life! Well done “)
Thank you for your sweet comment
How does one explain love? Illusive & beautiful. It simply is
Love….the crippled wing of a beautiful bird.
Great write Sam.
If love were easy you wouldn’t want it. And there’s no guessing about how much love there is here.
It’s beautiful, accept it.