Her eyes open
the very first time
cherish sight;
look into mine
A Michangelo pose
the brand new luster
superficially devine
A budding rose
hiding beauty
ingenuous you'll find
Only a small child knows
perfect
soul intertwined
Complete exposure
profound emotion
overwrought weeping
grasping for composure
Loving this creature
forevermore;
or at least
til death has his closure!
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