How could she love him?
I couldn't begin to describe the disappointment I felt,
When I first met him.
All of my hopes, dreams and wishes suddenly disappeared,
When I faced the man known as my father.
He was brave and powerful,
I have to admit.
Yet he was also self-centered and arrogant.
He cared for no one, but himself.
He showed no concern for anyone,
Not for my mother or for me.
His only goal in his life was to be the best,
To surpass all.
Yet my mother had loved him.
How could she possibly love a man like him?
She always talked about his good side,
The good side that everyone can see, except me.
But I believe that if my mother,
Could see the good in this man, so can I.
And I won't stop looking,
Until I find the good in my father.
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My second poem, again from Future Trunks' point of view. Personally, I like this poem more than my last one, but please review and tell me what you thought about it. *_*
I couldn't begin to describe the disappointment I felt,
When I first met him.
All of my hopes, dreams and wishes suddenly disappeared,
When I faced the man known as my father.
He was brave and powerful,
I have to admit.
Yet he was also self-centered and arrogant.
He cared for no one, but himself.
He showed no concern for anyone,
Not for my mother or for me.
His only goal in his life was to be the best,
To surpass all.
Yet my mother had loved him.
How could she possibly love a man like him?
She always talked about his good side,
The good side that everyone can see, except me.
But I believe that if my mother,
Could see the good in this man, so can I.
And I won't stop looking,
Until I find the good in my father.
*********************
My second poem, again from Future Trunks' point of view. Personally, I like this poem more than my last one, but please review and tell me what you thought about it. *_*