Those eyes,

so pure and innocent,

snaring me.

That skin,

so soft and beautiful,

waiting to be kissed.

The hair,

so fine,

angel wisps between my fingers.

This fragile being,

my creation,

my dependent,

taught me

the true meaning of love.

My first divine gift.

My child,

my everything.

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