Gift of Fire (Baby Sonnet)
The love she gives to me each day
Is pure, magical, so very true
She breathes a fire deep in my soul
That burns still now a reddish hue
The gift of warmth within her arms
The light of love from in her heart
She gives it all to me each day
A love bequeathed, she does impart
So I say to her this day
I’d have it, just, no other way
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