Please take care, my immortal lover
On this land where we stand, sadness will shower
Time will have you for a while, your life will start today
On Earth, be glad because to forget you, I will never
Please take care, my three-year-old boy
And always listen to the words of your mother
Avoid the high steeps, the deepest of the rivers
Make reading a habit, and never skip a dinner
Please take care, my four-year-old boy
Enjoy your childhood, play on the muddled water
Jump, roll, hop, ‘til you wear out and get enough
make a dozen of friends, have a plenty of laughter
Please take care, my five-year-old boy
Get a plenty of sleep after every modest prayer
But don’t get tall so soon for I want to catch up
I have no legs yet, nor have I seen my mother
Please take care, my six-year-old boy
Lives on our Maker’s hands are better and greater
Have faith: Time is not a factor in dreams or in love
Our Maker always plans where the stars will gather
Please take care, my seven-year-old boy
Notice some girls but reserve your heart for later
Today, Heaven is still doing the tip of my finger
Hoping tomorrow, I’ll be born to be yours forever
Please take care, my grown-up beloved
Today, I’m sad for it seems we no more remember
But from your glance, I know a story just started
Finally you’ve found me, your wife, your lover
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Please take care, my immortal lover
On this land where we stand, sadness will shower
Time will have you for a while, your life will start today
On Earth, be glad because to forget you, I will never
Please take care, my three-year-old boy
And always listen to the words of your mother
Avoid the high steeps, the deepest of the rivers
Make reading a habit, and never skip a dinner
Please take care, my four-year-old boy
Enjoy your childhood, play on the muddled water
Jump, roll, hop, ‘til you wear out and get enough
make a dozen of friends, have a plenty of laughter
Please take care, my five-year-old boy
Get a plenty of sleep after every modest prayer
But don’t get tall so soon for I want to catch up
I have no legs yet, nor have I seen my mother
Please take care, my six-year-old boy
Lives on our Maker’s hands are better and greater
Have faith: Time is not a factor in dreams or in love
Our Maker always plans where the stars will gather
Please take care, my seven-year-old boy
Notice some girls but reserve your heart for later
Today, Heaven is still doing the tip of my finger
Hoping tomorrow, I’ll be born to be yours forever
Please take care, my grown-up beloved
Today, I’m sad for it seems we no more remember
But from your glance, I know a story just started
Finally you’ve found me, your wife, your lover
(c) Grae Sales
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