Anne

It was the beautiful Anne who bore the secret to his smile, Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled, The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise, She was the heartbeat of his life, To him she was the painter of life in disguise, The floor she walked was kissed by him, He was the happiest man when Anne touched his skin, Anne was as pretty as thousand roses, To him Anne was the answer to what future poses , The day he married Anne was the amalgamation of all the wishes and good deeds made by him , Just when he thought he coudnt be happier Annie proved otherwise She gave him the most beautiful surprise as she whispered she bore their child He picked her up and carried her never wanting her to leave his sight , Annes beauty was never unknown In the deaths ear echoed her name, It was the excruciating birth the amazing Anne coudnt sustain, Leaving him with a daughter he didn't even want to name The daughter who was her mothers reflection Never got the love her father possessed for the same eyes No matter how much the daughter ever try she coudnt make him love Annes face ever again