22 may 2012
To me you are the sparkle
To me you are the sparkle when the morning comes,
the innocence that is hidden in every young child,
your love, your presence comes
like a butterfly’s fluttering flight.
As if we know each other a thousand years,
you fit perfect and wonderful into my life.
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