The soft hands gently touching my face,innocence reflected through those pair of eyes,
tender body, a smile so gratifying and virtuous,
knitting thousand dreams in my mind's eye
too cute, an eternal pleasure in its presence,
a celestial glow from its composure,
soft flesh, feeding on the milk of my own
the journey from a bud to a blooming flower
it's my own, part of me...
I've craved for it and felt it grow
within myself and now I know,
the best possession I ever had...
I'm blessed with the purest creation
about whom I had dreams ever since been a woman
no matter what form and shape it takes
with my love and care I shall nourish
it and keep away from the complex world.
it's part of me...it's my own.
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