Love
Love
Love is something fragile, love is something you cradle with care, you've earned it beyond pair.
Even I think you earned it with me, you've been through everything from drooling to first words,
tumbling and crawling, to walking and running, you've grown with me through the years I know you are one of the lucky ones
you have mastered all and love and soon they will master you.
Copyright © Juliet Morningstar | Year Posted 2017
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