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Father’s Love

His love is not expressed
All the words that aren’t said
But there are ways so many
Unlike a mother
Father doesn’t hug so much
Still he carries an ocean of love
He just doesn’t know
How to tell it all
He is not there when you look around
And he surely doesn’t wipe up the tears
But he is the wall
He makes sure you stay tall
He doesn’t let you know
But he is always there to catch
In case you fall
And he lets you never
He teaches you to rise,
and as mothers
Fathers are affectionate as well
His love is as boundless as hers
And as immense
Sometimes more
Only if he knew how to convey
But you don’t need words to know
If you see in the depth of his eyes
He carries colossal of love
He just doesn’t know
His love is silent
But there are ways so many
Mother is the sky of our life
Father is the solid ground
We sustain on
So what if he doesn’t say it much
He loves from all of his heart
And so much more
His love is enormous
Yes, he doesn’t know
The ways to communicate
But don’t we know
Father’s love is as such.

©thelostsoul_writes

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A simple one with complicated thought process ..I write to seek answers, I write to seek what is missing. I write because it makes me calm. I write because I am not completely lost,not yet found. I, am wandering. Writing comes naturally, in the heat of most passionate moments, either of happiness or utter sadness.

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