In the eyes of my lover, I see my first love.
Through my lover’s voice, I hear him--my father, true and proud.
His laugh, his words, his love.
You see, from him I learned what I my heart has secretly craved.
I want one just like Daddy.
With minor tweaks here, a pull there and over there, too--
But nonetheless, just like Daddy.
Hardworking and strong. Patient and Calm. Loving, but rough.
It is still hard to believe--he is just like Daddy!
I secretly wanted someone to fight with, to be subdued by words--
The way the Daddy did it.
I wanted ear to listen and a mouthpiece to motivate me,
The way Daddy could.
I dreamed to be treated like a queen every day of my life--
The only way Daddy would have it.
All this I found in the arms of another,
And I wonder it is strange for either of them to speak to a reflection--
One that mirrors character, instead of bone structure.
I wonder if Daddy knows that he showed me what love is.
Does he know he taught me how to love and what kind of man to fall in love with…