My child, every step you take I’ve known
Every word uttered by your mouth was first heard by me
My dearest infant, don’t you see that I’ve been there before, during and will be in the end?
Can’t you see that you are mine?
My precious treasure you are
I think the most of you
My shiny butterfly
Colorful and free
The only part missing is my heart in you.
My heart.
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