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This Baby of Mine

A child’s love runs deeper than anything you can imagine

That’s the words I was told by so many.

The amazing smell, touch of the softest skin, like an angel so pure and fresh to the world

This baby of mine.

Love doesn’t come close to how I feel about this new life.

She is my everything, our blood is the same, we are connected, im sure we are one.

When she cries my heart is aching, when she laughs my soul is alive.

Now I know what love is, but somehow the word still isn’t enough

Yes I love her, this baby of mine.

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May 19, 2010
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