The Way Daddy Danced

His hands clenched to mine, with a stern and loving grip.
The lines on his face told his story.
His soul was the ocean; much larger and deeper than those around him could see.
Yet only his feet much mattered to me. He was my first kiss, my first dance, the first man I chose to marry. The first to hold me in his arms, the man whos wounds I carry.
We had a lot of ups & downs, both so much alike, but... when we stepped to the ripening beat, evrything felt right.
He was the man I wished to find, a man so stern and tall, one who loved unconditionally, but one who could dance most of all.
My mother died at 38, father did the best he could do, before he passed he asked me, ' what I wanted most of all.' I simply said, one last dance with you! ) ♥ This is to all those girls that love their dads!

He Will Never Know It Was Him

He will never know,
The way my heart races every time he speaks,
The way he makes me smile, and sends a red flourish through my cheeks.
The way I can’t help wanting him,
Even though I know it’s not right.
He will never know,
The way he brings me up every time we speak,
and kills me deep inside every time he leaves.
The way it hurts me to see him in pain,
Though he hurts me time and time again.
He will never know,
The way I felt and still feel,
The way every second I imagined with him felt so real.
The way he will always hold a piece of my heart,
But I must let him go.
He will never know,
My morals keep me strong,
When my heart makes me blind.
No matter how hard it may be,
I have to keep my expectations in mind.