The Divine Intervention
In your soft hands I keep mine,
Holding the tiny fingers I feel divine.
Have I ever told you my babies, you are my precious gifts from God?
Feel my heart through my touch, dear little angels
With your share of luck you brought from Heaven,
I build my love shrine.
The majesty of the Creator amazes me still.
I see you in me as I see me in you, it is surely a majestic celebration...
Here, as I pen down my happiness, I salute the divine intervention!
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