Floating on a cloud
Nothing else matters in a crowd
Just to say his name allowed
Makes me so very proud
To see his face
My finger will trace
His smile
Let me kiss those perfect lips for a while
Allow me to look into his eyes
So full of love, a parcel, a surprise
He is a gift for sure
Our love is pure
He is a cure
For every illness
I admire his willingness
To please everyone
I adore him more and more
Every second every day
I thank our maker he’s come my way
© Fiona Cummings
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