If you look in the eyes of you’re child –
what do you see?
Love – or is that just an illusion?
The water rushes down stream
into the heart of the river:
it reflects a young boy’s face
and another distinct face
smiling down at his young son.
The rush of the water is like:
the rush of a child’s love
washing over:
the face of the older one.
Every day is a struggle:
the fight for love of you’re
child isn’t easy.
An observer sits high above
the tree line and gazes down
and sees the fight this
man has for his child:
this is true love:
it will always win!