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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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".