And Love Lives On

She looks at me with pure love;
her blue eyes, pools of innocence.
She adores me and I bask.
We walk very slowly on the ‘Costa’ beach,
the fine sand weaves through our toes.

Will she ever love another with such ease?
Will that love ever be reciprocated as now?
I find it hard to imagine.
But then I remember even in my jealousness,
the love that brought her to me.

Another girl once looked at me the same way;
older, less innocent and yet more so!
The same lovely eyes,
the same adoration; the same reciprocation,
the same blood in her veins.

I stop, pick her up and hold her tight;
loving the smell of her.
Loving the way her hair washes my face
and soaks the sudden tears, that escape.
She whispers; it’s OK daddy, it’s OK!