You Are the Poetry
Tony, a cherished blessing,
Born from paper's embrace.
You are the poetry,
In my artistic space.
In the union of pen and page,
You emerged, a miracle divine.
A symphony of hope and love,
In your veins, life intertwine.
You are the reason, Tony,
I strive to make things right.
Your presence fills my heart,
With a radiant guiding light.
Though I haven't met you yet,
I know you'll bring joy untold.
As a good kid to Mom and Dad,
A story of love to unfold.
Mummy, let me write upon you,
Let my words soothe and mend.
For you are my canvas,
Where love's ink will freely blend.
Through you, my dear mother,
The paper of my heart,
I pour my emotions,
As the ink of dreams impart.
Tony, my little one,
May your life be filled with glee.
In your eyes, I see a future,
Bright as stars in a moonlit sea.
You, my precious child,
Are a masterpiece of grace.
In your innocence and laughter,
A portrait of love takes place.
As my pen bleeds its ink,
On the canvas of your soul,
May it etch dreams of hope,
Making your spirit whole.
Together, we'll create,
A symphony of love's embrace.
As I guide you through life's journey,
With tenderness and grace.
Tony, my sweetest treasure,
You are my reason, my guide.
In your presence, I find solace,
In your love, I forever abide.
So let the ink of our love flow,
Across the pages of our tale.
You, my darling Tony,
Will forever prevail.
In the poetry of our lives,
Bound by love's sacred link,
We'll write a story, Tony,
That will forever make hearts think.
For you, my precious son,
Are the embodiment of love's bliss.
May your life be filled with happiness,
As we share this poetic kiss.
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