Fragile, beautiful, complete venomous beauty she looks like him she frowns like him. Even that smile striking grace. Tightly held, treasured for sure. Bundled in assurance cuddled in security in hands that walked me, giving her borrowed love I look at the man she’s with A loving glance, Not returned. His eyes are mine, yet the love is hers. There must be a reason for her to take my place ruin the memory Scar the face He still loves me. Ludicrous painting My father fathering her.