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A Letter to a Little Me

There's no soul on this earth that is so pure. I'll call you an angel, with your beautiful round eyes, this much I am sure of. You've got so long to go, I want you to never accept the word no. Your little feet, your precious personality; makes my heart skip a beat. I'll shower you with love, and protect you from those who push and shove. For you are a creation of all things wonderful. You came from the most beautiful woman I know; I have the honor to have met you for fate this is so. A hundred butterflies, a thousand fireworks, a million shooting stars, they will never be as beautiful as you are. I sit still, as a little flower blooming, I watch you grow, for it's life's will. You're perfect in every way, your smile and laugh makes me not want to leave, it makes me want to stay a while. Your sense of imagination always triumphs all my frustration. Unfortunately  I know you won't understand this, for you this world is bliss; but I will hope my message carries on, even if you move and from my life you are gone. Your little hands have left a mark on my ever beating heart, I will never forget such a breathtaking piece of art. For my last line, I love you; this much I promise you is true.

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