Greenscale eyes flecked with dots of brown
The way her *** looks in shorts
How she stands out in any crowd
At a Victoria's secret party and all the guys are looking at her
My eyes are drawn to wherever she is
like they're magnets and she's made of lodestone

She's just
so pretty

I don't know why she sticks with me:
A recovering addict,
Angry all the time,
Anxious and solipsistic,
Out of shape,
Faded out,
A liar,
Greying

Our daughter looks just like her
Except she has my eyes
The poor thing
I hope they don't betray her
Or make her as good a liar
I hope they don't cloud over
like mine and turn the world
so dull

I love the way she holds her
But our daughter might love it more
I want to hold her the same way
I get so close
but just not quite

I know my daughter will be beautiful like her
Flowers will wilt in her presence
Trees will grow shorter,
as she walks through
The sky will fade
and she will be the new sun
All the world will wither
All the people will sag
And then there'll only be her