Princess Mae B. Candao

A poem I crafted for the man of my life who taught me first what true love is. A love that has no barriers and has expressed itself unconditionally beyond man's time and God's given life. Daddy is my first love and no man can love me more than he does. Happy birthday, dearest daddy! I love you beyond words can say. Give me a man like my father Then I shall swear no more Give me a man like my father I say there is no other Behind a daughter A loving father Behind my stubbornness My father's sweetness Behind my goals My father's support Behind my name My father's image Purple leaves Reds of cherries Soft strawberries Unmatching Daddy Whose love abounds Whose care unending My father's love In my heart NO man can fade With him I see the truth With others I see lies "Times of Your Life" A theme for our song His works, his dreams Made a daughter proud He is my father My hero and protector

A close friend once asked me, why my poems speak of heartaches?   She must be concerned with my emotional status. But such  a query does not merit a personal answer for my poems do not reflect me, they show the facts of life. So I dismissed the suspicion of my personal bitterness for a fact of life is relatable and does not reflect my own life.  My poems are factual and do  not need a debate to squeeze out an analogy.  Why am I writing poems on unrequited love? I write sad poems because I am unofficially a poet but officially a writer. A writer does not choose what to write. For as long as my mind is fertile and it can conceive themes that matter to most, then why not? I am a passionate writer who gets inspiration from the two non-fiction facts of love: joy and pain or the cycle of hello and goodbye. I am just a writer and a passionate one at that.