Happiness, , , , , i see you sleeping in my arms
never wanted this morning to steal away
your little fingers which kept me Warm.
had to oblige the office which in return
will oblige the butter for the stomach,
O'h hunger of my soul, ill sure pacify you,
till evening like a yarn, , ,
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Your poem sweetly captures the joy of sharing companionship even if it is with a loved one or a child. Nicely done. Enjoyed it