True Love

I look at you,

your eyes, cute nose.

I see all,

even your toes.

Calm in my care,

you pose

as a gift

of joy, no woes.

My new son,

rest and doze.

Know that

from love you rose.

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Vocal Friends: Do you ever get that feeling, telling you that some things were meant to be? Well, this is one of those moments for me. I had no intention of writing another poem soon. Though I love reading them, writing poetry is not my strength. Yet, when my few words started to flow, I could not stop them until this was done ... with the pictures. It was all meant to be.