A Beautiful Boy. Poem by Sam Betts

A Beautiful Boy.

That proud little boy
With his lovely hair and beautiful face he finally launched my days of grace.
I didn't know what was missing till he arrived feelings long lost he revived.
I love to see him every day his innocent intelligence aches my heart away.
Loves meaning I don't understand till I see his little fist has its grasping my hand. So if I've loved before I don't know till the day I met you now I'll tell you so.
I know what love is every time we meet when I take you to school on the same street. And you strike a man's pace with your tiny feet my heart melts for you proud boy I'd give you all with a hearts beat.

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