Lovie Divine Poet Rhyme

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My baby girl Crystal, named of what I had a fetish for then, jewelry made of austrian crystal. As beautiful, valuable, and as precious to me as though they were expensive diamonds, but she was all the more precious being my baby girl, giddy, giggly, and terribly cute and funny. My sweet girl. 

MY SWEET GIRL

My Sweet Girl

Giddy baby, giggles and dimples,
hardly ever cried
Except when time for Mommy’s awaking, 
With patient eyes she spied.

Humming with gurgling baby sounds,
Hair wispy softly curled,
Watching down the hall to catch me,
By precious, my sweet girl.

Quietly at play all the while,
two fingers in her mouth,
By chance If hearing my door open,
Only then she cried aloud.

If I could skip across the hall,
Bathroom just across from my room,
It must be done without a sound
I would quickly zoom.

But if she saw me my sweet girl,
would loudly make it known 
Cries interpreted “Aha! I see you!
Your cover has now been blown!”

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