Poetry Weaver

The One

silver colored ring in rose

As a child my heart would soar,
Whenever Daddy came in the door.
My special hug were only for him,
My Daddy met my slightest whim.
As a girl I had my list,
Of all the boys I wanted to kiss
And all the boys I wanted to kiss
And all the boys I never would
Because for me they were no good.
As into a young woman I grew,
I gave my kisses to very few.
Saving them for that special guy,
Who in his arms my heart would fly.
As time went by and he did not come.
My arms grew cold, and heart grew numb.
And then while I wasn’t lookin one day,
You came along and whisked me away.
Cupid watches from his perch on high,
And toys with us while passing by.
His arrow tugged at my heartstrings,
And the day we met my heart grew wings.
©CkC

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June 24, 2021

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