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Jul 2010
One day I’m going to hear you say,
Hello, I love you,
As you love and nourish my baby.

I don’t care who thinks it is obscene,
Weird or disgusting, I promise you to give you my seed,
And water the plant every day.

There’s nothing I want more than to make you mine forever,
With a golden band on that finger I adore,
To hear the word’s ‘Miss Unanue, he’s yours’.

I will love and provide,
You’re needs before you feel you need them.
I’ll be a good, loving husband, and a better dad I assure.

We’ll travel the world,
And always come back home,
A loving family to call our own.

I look into the future, and I see our children.
Girl let me tell you something,
They are different.

Special, and gorgeous,
They look like you its wondrous,
I wish my brother could see him now, my baby for you I’m proud.

We talk about this every day,
It never gets old or tiring,
I always love to dream and plan with you.

Whenever you tell me,
I want to have you’re baby,
My heart jumps with joy.

I’m running out of words,
Emotions and rhymes,
They aren’t coming out so structured or kind,
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve told you I love you,
But you’ve still got about a billion to go.
We’re going to grow old and have grandkids to spoil.
Retire happily together, from toil.
And you know what they say,
First comes love
Till the baby in the baby carriage.

For M.N.C. one day to be,
M.N.U.
John Ashton Upston
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