The Superlative of Lyricism

Apr 13, 2010

Baby Bliss

I heaR music in her lovely laughter
I see wonder in her bright blue eyes
I feel heaven in her hugs
And unbearable heartache when she cries

She is the quintessence of beautY
With a softness in her smile
There is trust in her tiny touch
She is everything worthwhiLe

She is the best part of mE
I see such hope in her face
She is proof there is a God
The epitome of grace.

I love to lay beside her
as she drifts off to sleep
I brush aside those tawny strands
She is the perfect picture of peace.

ThouGh the world is calling
I could not bear to miss
One single moment
Of tHis, my Baby Bliss.

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