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All The Beautiful Things

All The Beautiful Things

You're the representation of free love.
You make me joyful with pride and its overwhelming. There's nowhere else to look, my love, when I'm thinking of you. I feel heavenly, floating up. It's an instant feeling when I peer onto your little cheeks.
I'll be here to hold you, and help you see, all the beautiful things you can be.
Show me your little hands and I'll hold them with certainty. I'll lead you to mold a better society.
I want to be somebody you trust when you look up at me. I want to be all the things I've dreamt of being.
When you go to bed, I'll kiss your forhead and look apon you with the best feeling.
You were born of possibilities.
You had grown into responsibilities.
You're the definition of love that's free.
It'll come time soon where I'll have to leave. But don't worry baby, you've got this. Hold my old hands and look down into my eyes. Let me give you one last kiss. 
You make me joyful with pride and it's overwhelming. 
This I'll know for all eternity.
You've always been so beautiful to me.
I'll be here in this bed, happy.
No pain can take me as long as I have my family.

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