Sunny Day

Sunny Day

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Dear Juna, you are now five and a half

My heart fills up
Every time I see you
Your smiles, every sound
That you make, every dream
You tell me, when you wake,
You are, something that I
Can't define, no words
Can take the place of you
Can describe your face
You are the very heart if me
Which I had such a hard time
In finding, until you

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