| The first time I looked into your eyes - I fell 50 stories down, into love. | |
| The way your eyes gleamed it was almost like you were made of steam | |
| My anger sizzled out and I was blessed | |
| The overpowering love, no longer compressed | |
| No longer stressed, I'm living the dream. Your tiny frame drained away the pain, And the hurt inside. I no longer hide. Proud to be me, with you, loving unconditionally. |
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This is a poem for mothers .. for mothers day!! Hurrah!
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