I loved the sweet little child in her
so pretty, innocent and sweet..
The mischief in her darting eyes
the blush upon her soft cheeks..
The tender jingle with which she spoke
that showed me how much she cared..
The touch of her warm soft hand
that gently brushed aside my hair..
There were more than smiles we shared
those moments with unspoken words..
For when only I was with her
I found the old lost child in me..
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