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Juliet Morningstar Poem
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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Juliet Morningstar Poem
Those chosen few who know all about me,
those chosen few who know how to soothe me
And say "I love you",
one has been through stormy seas and worse;
And one knows everything...
Those chosen few, I love them...
Those chosen few...
Copyright © Juliet Morningstar | Year Posted 2017
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