A Daughter Lost© By Felina Silver Copyright© 2019, 2025

I think not of my aching soul,
But yours, each time I speak the lie—
The one that keeps his world made whole,
While mine slips silent, passing by.

He watched you from our childhood days,
His heart a flower turned to you.
You smiled and walked the wedding way,
And I stood still, as dreamers do.

I buried love beneath my skin,
Where no one dared to seek or see.
While he adored with eyes too bright,
You gave your secret heart to me.

You wear his name, you bear his ring,
Yet still you breathed a sweeter air—
A fleeting, quiet, stolen thing,
A night, a touch, a love we shared.

But time grew sharp, and shame grew deep,
And now you hide your face from mine.
You vowed a silence we must keep,
Though I would hold your hand in time.

Still I protect what none must know—
The truth that burns behind my eyes.
He’ll never learn the seed you sowed
Was born not only of your lies.

The child you cradle, soft and warm,
Whose laughter lights his empty pride—
She carries me within her form,
Though bears his name, and by his side.

She’ll never know the love we knew,
The fire that bloomed then died too soon.
She lives beneath a borrowed truth,
A daughter dancing to his tune.

And you—who could not give me love,
Nor dare to face the life we made—
You turned from me, from what we were,
And let our sunlit moment fade.

Yet still I love, and still I keep
The secret buried in my chest.
Though you are lost, and she is his,
The truth will never leave my breast.

For love, when true, does not demand—
It only gives, and lets you go.
And I will walk without your hand,
But hold your heart—you’ll never know