I know I'll miss these times once they're sung
The days are busy when they're so young
Little ones that pull on skirts,
Teeny ones held in your shirt

Selflessness we must meet, in order to be built
Recline in the sun's heat, spring flowers bloom and wilt

Everything in its time, these moments will pass
Change another bedsheet, sacrifice and submit
Slow and let your eyes meet, let these sweet moments sit
Everything in its time, these moments will pass

A love so natural, it will not be ignored
It flurries us to higher places and with the air it swings
A love so natural, it demands to be poured
So deep it actually aches, singing sweetly while it stings

Offenses laughable, their silly peccadillos I secretly smile at
Yet they are teachable, I'll raise them to face the world and evil to combat

Innocent little transgressions
My dearest little possessions
I rebuke, I correct, the love goes on, I'll cherish our time while here
Time feels ensconced, but with the dawn, our time will have disappeared

Dearest don't you worry you'll live forever.
I'll hide you deep in my heart;
you and i together.
I'll hide you in my paper with ink in my pen,
I'll speak with you through my words 'till we meet again.

Dearest don't you worry you'll live forever in my world,
'cause i hid you inside the poems i wrote.
Dearest you will be remembered;
like how people think of Christmas every December.

near or wide
at kind or at wild
land

i will find
after near or long time
that you are the gift

you will be the right
choose ,finally i decide
and the only sign

showing at right sight
i can not ever lock
my eye

you are my diamond
i searched downed at lowest
and i may suffer to get

my dearest brilliant

Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight. - Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.

May Her strength be always within me.
Ambiance of Motherly Love is what I need.
Yellow is Her — my joy and my greed.

For blue eyed want
   Look to the sky
For tall encouragement
   A Mountian range
For warmth of hand once felt alive
   The youth of dawn
And for next of kind
  The same old stars to arrive
Look up, look up, for all that is
   Without frame or screen to hold no more
Look down and inward for all that's been
   In the Psalm where our first love was born

Remember
   You need not eyes to see where we were
   Or even where we will be one day

I'd love nothing more
Than to lay my head
On thy tender breast
And dream of sweet
Chaste kisses and
Melodies as pure
As the love I have
For you my dearest one