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Tiny Hands


From the moment I saw you,  

eyes shut and pink lips pursed.

From the moment I heard you, 

scream and cry.

From the moment I held you,

your warmth and innocence in my arms.

 

I knew that no matter what happened, 

I would be your protector, standing by you with my fists ready.

I knew that no matter what happened, 

I would be your best friend, your shoulder to cry on.

I knew that no matter what happened,

I would be there for you, to help you get back up.

 

Because I love you,

unconditionally.

Because I love you,

to the moon and back.

Because I loved you,

from the moment I touched your tiny hands.

 

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