miracle, once wrapped in swaddling.
Oh daughter mine, you are my miracle.
Born and grown and still astounding.
Reaching in and touching hearts
where'er you choose to be.
strokes of velvet depth
release your loving fantasies of life.
I wish for you a love more true
than their divinities. Growing old
and yet I still partake of evermore.
Where loving thrives, no matter
comes, beyond our understanding.
Opening, we reach and touch
much more than myths or history provide.
I bless you now, for being with me,
deep inside my heart.
pray, just this, that all the love
we share keeps living on...
? Michaelette ?
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