Love was a child, so meek and so mild
Love was a child who smiled.
Love was a child who played with a toy train
Love was a child who jumped in puddles in the rain.
Love was a child who laughed and played.
Love was a child God lovingly made.
Love is a child that God now holds
Love is a child who will never grow old.
Love is a child we sorely miss
Love is a child who Angels now kiss.
Love is a child.
This poem is Beauty itself, thank you dear Daniel, God's Blessings in Abundance, best regards, dutch poetess Sylvia Frances Chan
Love IS a child, mesmerizingly beautiful. I have enjoyed very much reading this poem time and again, Daniel! Masterly weaved.5 Stars full on TOP!
This brought me alot of comfort thinking of of the miscarriage I had a few years ago so thank you
this is one of those poems that makes me want to go up and hug random strangers. feel special
very nice! to bad so many people, seem to believe they have to outgrow love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem in every way. Sincerely Ernestine Northover