Sally 1999-2005
I watch him as he sleeps and I see a child, tired from a hard day.
His precious face makes me regret all the wasted years.
I long to be apart his hopes, his dreams, his inner thoughts.
He falls on me like summer rain and butterflies tickle my insides.
He is my heartbeat, my sunshine. He fills my night with stars.
What a wonderful gift from God.
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