True Love
A tiny nose
And cheeks of rose
I stare in awe of your face
Pink lips so small
Like a china doll
Cooing gently within my embrace
Your little hand
Makes mine seem grand
As you hold to my finger so tight
What did I do
Deserving of you
My eyes well up at the sight
With skin so fair
And wisps of hair
You are perfect in every way
I never knew
A love so true
It will keep 'til my dying day
Copyright © 2010 Mary Grace Wallace
A tiny nose
And cheeks of rose
I stare in awe of your face
Pink lips so small
Like a china doll
Cooing gently within my embrace
Your little hand
Makes mine seem grand
As you hold to my finger so tight
What did I do
Deserving of you
My eyes well up at the sight
With skin so fair
And wisps of hair
You are perfect in every way
I never knew
A love so true
It will keep 'til my dying day
Copyright © 2010 Mary Grace Wallace
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