Look at her sleep,
sweetly and kindly.
She is a wonderful handful when she is awake,
and I can't wait until she opens her eyes.
She has stolen my heart the way her father has.
I am happily waiting to see where things go.
For my heart is here with them.
Consider me theirs,
consider them mine.
Love is taking over,
and now it's taking my time.
This is alright.
Yes, this is fine
with me.
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