everything.
Only the best
for his
little princess.
Kisses in the
morning.
Kisses in the
night.
All to my
delight.
His kisses kept
me warm
though every
storm.
His caresses
were what kept
away every
stress.
Nary a care did
I have.
Every day I
was glad.
Every night
I was held
tight.
He made every
thing right.
Nothing was
wrong.
His fingers sung
a song.
A song only
I could hear.
He cared.
He cared.
Too bad
I am no
I am no
longer there.
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