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Safe my little one my arms will hold,
Tis a harsh world full of anger and cold.
I will keep you safe, and love you forever,
I will cherish you till as our hearts beat together.
Hey! the innocent soul, you are my sunshine and the moon,
You are the reason for my smile, for you I can go another mile.
Let me hold you in my arms,
To look at the face full of love and charms.
A Mother and Baby's Love, the purest of all love
The baby trusts his Mum to feed him, play with him, bathe him, keep him safe
In return the baby gives his Mum soppy wet kisses that smell of sweet milky breath
Vines hanging above their head, white walls the only indication of the home they share
Mesmerised by each other as they stand and stare
The cherished antique of baby and mother,
He loves her and is dependent on her
She sits still with their heads together,
holding him close their hair touching its better
Above them long green stems
its the Christmas tree the owner got for them
He wrapped them in paper and put them under the tree
Then he opened them up and they were for looks only
They are so alive and its Mother's Day,
The baby doesn't understand but he will one day
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Safe my little one my arms will hold,
Tis a harsh world full of anger and cold.
I will keep you safe, and love you forever,
I will cherish you till as our hearts beat together.
Hey! the innocent soul, you are my sunshine and the moon,
You are the reason for my smile, for you I can go another mile.
Let me hold you in my arms,
To look at the face full of love and charms.
A Mother and Baby's Love, the purest of all love
The baby trusts his Mum to feed him, play with him, bathe him, keep him safe
In return the baby gives his Mum soppy wet kisses that smell of sweet milky breath
Vines hanging above their head, white walls the only indication of the home they share
Mesmerised by each other as they stand and stare
A Mother and Baby's Love, the purest of all love
The cherished antique of baby and mother,
He loves her and is dependent on her
She sits still with their heads together,
holding him close their hair touching its better
Above them long green stems
its the Christmas tree the owner got for them
He wrapped them in paper and put them under the tree
Then he opened them up and they were for looks only
They are so alive and its Mother's Day,
The baby doesn't understand but he will one day