The Lesser Me! Poem by Leslie Xavier

A daughter first, and then a lover;
the girl's pure as a flower.
She ain't gonna leave her roots;
to get me with all the loots.

Why can't I fight for her,
like I did for another mother.
Maybe I'm too tired to run;
and catch life with all the fun.

She's as true - friend and all;
and had been there as a whole.
But once you move just to my thoughts;
where'll I get those loving shots.

Things would be the same I know,
you'll be loyal, and stick with the 'No'.
Guess I'm the lesser kind,
not to enjoy this bloom of a find.