Ulrik Sebastian, my son...
Holding you in my arms for the first time
warm, naked and red
A big boy you were
looking att me with you mothers eyes
Dont think I realized you were mine
Did I make that little red, screaming and adoring little thing
Holding you in my arms for the first time
never helt anything with more care
never helt anything with more love
Holding you in my arms for the first time
I thought I had experiensed love with your mother
I wish my heart was bigger,
so I could love you more
There`s nothing stronger
Poetry by Mr.Mist
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Written on 2009-06-15 at 00:39
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Holding you...
Holding you in my arms for the first time
warm, naked and red
A big boy you were
looking att me with you mothers eyes
Dont think I realized you were mine
Did I make that little red, screaming and adoring little thing
Holding you in my arms for the first time
never helt anything with more care
never helt anything with more love
Holding you in my arms for the first time
I thought I had experiensed love with your mother
I wish my heart was bigger,
so I could love you more
There`s nothing stronger
Poetry by Mr.Mist
Read 720 times
Written on 2009-06-15 at 00:39
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