Statement:
I love her.
Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.
She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...
I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..
I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.
But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.
It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..
I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Statement:
I love her.
Truth:
I do love her but seek to change her, my love is untrue.
She's still a child at heart,
Unwilling to command it,
Wish I could be the same...
I would not say words,
To hurt her many times,
Wish I could be the same..
I take pity at her bad habits,
Forgetting once I was her age,
Wish I could be the same again.
But I know she'll grow up,
She'll meet her real match,
Someone as young as her.
It will not someone be surly as me,
Her match will surely be healthy,
Contrary to me he will be young..
I must live with myself,
I am not made for her,
I am made for none...
But does she not want to change me too?
My HP Poem #763
©Atul Kaushal
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