More Babies
With a smile as nice as yours..
there really should be two.
You favor your mother as I,
maybe we could try,
making it an even three?
Let's make more babies my dear..
Please, oh please,
say yes!
Fill the world with laughter..
drown out the world's tears,
while we
while away the years.
Your shoulder to mine..
hand holders in love,
til the very end,
of time.
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2021
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