My baby girl tells me she loves me,
In her eyes I know its true..
My wall build up she is slowly taking it down..
brick by brick..
Getting to know me.. from the inside out..
My heart on lockdown..
She finds the key and pry me open like a book..
flipping thru the pages..
reading past and present.
Knowing me better then anyone..
We argue at the store, on the street, in the house, in bed, on the couch, on the floor, laying down, walking around, buying stuff, attending school, and all we do is say 'I love you more' couldn't get more lovey dovey.. but then there we go again with the I miss you more.
Is this love? I think it is.
Cuz I'm loving each and every moment of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem