Formed Love

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In his eyes I saw you there,
A miracle about to pass.
And from my pain from his loss,
Your time here did not last.

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You never got to open your eyes,
And see the sky of comforting hues.
You never took that first sweet breath,
My actions have prevented that too.

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There was no gathering for a gift,
That came bundled in disguise.
Perhaps I could have offered you a chance,
If I myself hadn't felt deprived.

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You had no knowledge of who you were,
Or who you surely could have been.
No one to guide you from young life,
And transformation from boy to man.

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I would have offered all my love,
And raised you without fear.
But all my love tore down my spirit,
And so you never made it here.

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But love doesn't end with an action,
And a day will come when I know this true.
One day I will tell my love,
How our love had formed into you.


Author's Note - I can't reveal the full information about this poem, but I think it's rather clear, if given the right thought. I ask though, that readers don't state it clearly, because it's rather personal, and the thought of what happened itself, makes me hurt, and makes me cry. In a way, it is my 3rd love's fault, because maybe if he hadn't left, then that part of him wouldn't have because of my actions, either... (for more info on this, I recommend my string of poems labeled under "3rd Stab to the Heart".