My Love
My Love.
Selfless caring more for the rest,
Love is soft as a woman’s breast,
Forever devoting my love to one,
Together we awaken to the morning sun.
Not every day as peaches and cream,
Day by day we continue our dream.
Softness of her hips in the light,
She looks at me with much delight,
Her sweetness as gentle as a dove,
Somehow I earned her enduring love.
Now her smile is miles away,
Something’s missing every day,
She is gone for just a little while,
Loving her isn’t out of style.
My daughter and I pray at every meal,
Her safe return to God we appeal.
There is someone missing at our table,
No one to confide in, I am not able.
Monday, she flies in on a plane.
My love for her could never wane.
I will kiss her and hold her in my arms,
There she will be safe from the ways of harm.
-Oblaidon, May 2009
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.