You were the first,
my number one...
I married you,
to have my fun.
I was too wild,
you had my child;
I did the right thing,
and took you,
under my wing.
My parent's choice -
Not mine-
I conceded,
Not wanting to be
Unkind.
Sex and love,
don't make a pair -
Love's forever,
Sex's just there.
Young and foolish,
That was us -
You got pregnant,
Dad made a fuss.
We thought we could,
Love each other...
as the years went by;
you can't say we
didn't give it...
the old college try.
But sex and love,
they never make a pair;
Love is wanting her,
when your not there.
Sex and love,
don't make two of a kind;
They have it wrong,
Love is vision
and sex is blind.
david lessard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/number-one-9/
