So soft
My baby's skin
So smooth
From without and within
So innocent
The smile
The sight for which
I would walk
A mile
So heartrending
The trust
with which
your little fingers clutched
My weary hands
Your earnest cry,
Lifted my spirits worn with
The pangs of birth
I have now,
A purpose
to live for,
To breathe
My joy is a scented bouquet
Of the most beautiful flowers
With which I deck
your perfect body,
And I realise
My happiness is
Complete
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