My Little One Poem by cheryl davis miller

My hands would break to care for you,
little one, my precious one.
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
to show just how I love you.
Little one, my little one.
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My back would bend to carry you,
little one, my precious one.
You're first, last and always too,
nothing could my love subdue.
Little one, my little one.
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My love for you will not depart,
little one, my precious one.
My hearts been yours from the start,
when your first cry pierced my heart.
Little one, my little one.
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Seldom a love will e'er compare,
little one, my precious one.
Same love when gray's in your hair,
look you'll find my heart still there.
Little one, my little one.