That pure rush of love,
As I look upon your face,
Soft peach like skin,
Not a blemish in place,
A tiny hand, held with care,
A magical love that fills the air.
The warmth of your breath,
As I snuggle you tight,
Your mine to love,
Such a sweet little sight.
The creation of life,
In the arms of a Mother,
That incredible feeling,
There is no other.
Jayne Davies
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