His hair is brown
His mood laid back
When he is here I never frown
Never under attack
To my baby he's like a daddy
So gentle and kind
he gives support gladly,
Always so positive in body and mind,
treats me to things
Jewellery that blings
But no diamond rings
He gives cuddles in bed
Keeps me safe and warm
But it's him going home that I really dread.
So warm and calm
When he's around
Holding onto his arm
I sleep safe and sound
Forever now I hold this love
It's a gift from an angel
Sent from up above.
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Lovely, and your imagery has a uniqueness about it. The way we say things gives us poets our originality, and keeps us all different 10 Best Regards Steve