I met love through my father.
a morning kiss on my mother's forehead.
Roses and hugs with toys and candy.
a prayer before bed.
tough talks, harsh advice.
leading me through the tangles of life
he showed me he cared.
I sensed loved through countless men
but forgot the gentle part.
forgot the 'us' part
equally forgot you before me and i before you.
forgetting i love you for you,
wishing to shape me into someone i couldnt or ever even dreamt to be.
no, they werent like my father.
so young, my mother was lucky.
so young, I crave the love of my first love.
a love so pure, with innocence
the type my father had showed me.