Bright eyes look up at me
Curls and laughs, so nicely,
My love is there in the little one
Smiles that light up my heart like the sun
Oh, how i long for my own
So i may care and give a home
But not yet, though they call to me
i was born to be a mother of two, maybe three
I wish to raise many with blonde hair and blue sparkling eyes
Those triats of mine, also i wish them to be wise
I cannot wait for the for day i scream and push
And bring new life in just a whoosh.
Little one, little one, one day you will be mine
Such happy hopeful days, one of a kind.
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