My little girl
So young and beautiful
So full of life
Oh, how I love you Boo.
You are so precious in my eyes
Little girl you are my world.
First you was only daddies
But now you are ours.
Little girl you are so wonderful
Don't let anyone tell you different.
We will always protect you.
My little Briarly
As long as we are around
Nothing will ever harm you
You are our everything and so much more.
No matter what you will always be loved
You will always be cherished dearly
And you will always be my Briarly!
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