That day, she came to this world my version of perfect, formed from clay
Blonde hair, pink skin, blue eyes
Now I bask in your gaze, relish your smile
Hunger for your kiss as our hands entwine
The soft of your skin as it touches mine
Sense the thump of your heart as I hold you tight
The warmth of your exhale on our pillow at night..
and I can't help but think...it was my Happy Birthday
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
That day, she came to this world my version of perfect, formed from clay
Blonde hair, pink skin, blue eyes
Now I bask in your gaze, relish your smile
Hunger for your kiss as our hands entwine
The soft of your skin as it touches mine
Sense the thump of your heart as I hold you tight
The warmth of your exhale on our pillow at night..
and I can't help but think...it was my Happy Birthday
Written on the occasion of my wife's 27th birthday
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