I’m always surrounded by heaps – stacked
up dishes in the sink, wrinkled
laundry on the floor – but no
heap surpasses in height
nor depth than the heaps
of love that fill
my heart everyday
when you
wake
I’m always surrounded by heaps – stacked
up dishes in the sink, wrinkled
laundry on the floor – but no
heap surpasses in height
nor depth than the heaps
of love that fill
my heart everyday
when you
wake
Wow. Why does it suddenly look like everyone is in love
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I actually wrote this poem about my baby boy. But you are definitely right. Love is in the air!
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I’m almost chocking on it.
Beautiful poem, you should keep it so he reads it when he grows older and sees how much you loved him.
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Thank you very much. That’s a wonderful idea.
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You might make it a journal dedicated to him.
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