The Boy Who
When I was a little girl,
I admired the boy
who made me laugh,
the boy who sang too loudly
and danced too wildly.
When I was a young teen,
I crushed on the boy
with the goofy smile,
the boy with the crooked glasses
who loved life unconditionally.
When I was in high school,
I cherished the boy
who respected me,
the boy who not only looked at me,
but saw who I was.
When I was in college,
I fell for the boy
who loved me,
the boy whose heart
was my safe haven.
When I was all of these things,
they told me I would love the boy,
the boy whose spirit
mirrored that of my fathers.
I laughed.
When I stood at the alter,
I looked at my father
and saw the boy,
the boy whose bright eyes
taught me what love is.
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