I said to him one day,

"My love, I just have to say,

I love you more than life itself.

Please know I'm not the same."

"The woman I was years ago,

Holding on to what I know,

I held you like no one could take you,

But I was wrong."

He looked at me with eyes so tearful,

"My love do not be fearful.

She is our daughter, our love personified.

Please just recognize she has my eyes."

He held me in his arms so tight,

Keeping me close that night.

I could see in his eyes the love for me

There was now also three.

Our love was rare, the ones that had no spare.

Not even Shakespeare could compare.

I could have never been prepared.

It was so unfair.

His life was gone the very next week,

Something about his heart being weak.

I held her in my arms so tight,

Reminding myself of his words that night,

"She is our love personified."

I did nothing but sat there and cried.

Because of course he was right,

She did have his eyes.