Of Love

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I wrote this about a young friend of mine who was about to become a first time father... he's not exactly a "poetry reading type"... Police Officer, Harley rider, Hunter etc."... but, I knew him when he was a little boy...and the little boy is still in there... He didn't have a clue what this new little girl was gonna do to him. Never did show him the poem...



A feeling of euphoria;
a woman and a rose;
a long, committed partnership;
of love the husband knows.

A tenuous and abstract thing
of love he understands…
or thought he did until they
put a baby in his hands.

A tiny girl in tatted lace
has brought him to his knees;
she grips his heart with fear at
every cough and baby sneeze.

She calls to him in silent nights;
the deepest sleep defeats--
she hold his breath in hostage till
he knows her heart still beats.

Behold, the hulking man of men
of beastly, manly powers--
who’s brought to tears by tiny fists
with gifts of mangled flowers.

A feeling of euphoria;
a little girl, a rose;
a dirty face, a sloppy kiss;
of love the father knows.