A Song for Alyssa too

Time with you is always gone too soon
Like the sun in the south when it’s June
But I hope even when the seasons change
In your heart there’ll still be room

Hold me tight and wear my embrace
Until my scent becomes your perfume
Blame my imagination on this full moon
But I see visions of our child from the womb to your bosom

So beautiful
Like a flower in full bloom



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