Gorgeous Goddess Girl

Kevin Michael Bloor

At fourteen, when my father died, as fathers sometimes do,
I found a gorgeous goddess girl who helped me make it through.
The hurt that I had then denied, she made it start to heal.
The pain that pride had forced to hide, her true love helped me feel.

At nineteen, when my girlfriend left, as girlfriends sometimes do,
I found no friend or goddess girl to help me make it through.
My heart – under her parents’ spell – she’d torn it into two.
I thought that it would never mend, that true love wasn't true.

At forty, when my dreams had died, as dreams they sometimes do,
I found no faith or fortitude to help me make it through.
My life, I lived as losers do, submerged in work and debt.
My heart, that sometimes ached out loud, would rage with raw regret.

At fifty, when my kids had left, as children sometimes do
I found no love from world or wife to help me make it through.
Then goddess girl, my first love true, turned up and tapped my door.
She had not changed, but nor had I, first love burnt like before.

At sixty, when the church bells chimed, as church bells sometimes do,
I wed my gorgeous goddess girl before our chosen crew.
Well-wishers all, supporters too, who knew it had to be.
And not one precious, chosen guest would dare to disagree!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2022 11:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my gorgeous goddess girl
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 11


  • Rozina

    This is a wonderful poem, a tribute to your lovely lady.

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