For all that I've lived,
All 8 months.
I couldn't ask for a better life,
I lived in triumph.
She held my hand,
Our hearts in between.
Nothing between us,
The greatest love I've ever seen.
I break it off,
What a fool.
I get her back,
After admitting i'm a tool.
We are happy again,
Or so it seems.
It's different for her,
My love remains.
When we split at first,
She wanted a child to keep me there.
How I look at her wish,
A burden I wish to share.
To care for a child,
New born and defenseless.
To give my life for,
All other life, meaningless.
With us 3,
In perfect unison.
A life of love,
With my Wife and Son.
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