Blue
Sometimes perserverance is hard.
When you look at the cards,
that you've been dealt.
But then I look to you,
and I melt.
Everything I've ever dreamt,
rolled into one.
One tiny, little package of fun.
So cute, innocent, and sweet.
Oh, how I love your squishy feet.
I never knew that it'd be you.
I never knew that I'd be bouncing in blue.
Now I'd never change one freckle, one hair, one roll.
I wouldn't dare change one thing,
because oh! You make my heart sing!
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