So much to say so much to write
But before I know it, day turns to night!
A little boy has won over my heart
And day by day he is getting so ever smart
So much love he exudes all around
And suddenly surprises you with an unexpected sound
Today he was trying hard to repeat
My words, and he partially succeeded in the feat
Oh I cannot understand who is this person
Who has entered my life in such a wonderful version
He cannot be human, for in my mind
A human being is of a different kind
He cannot be an angel, for even they
Could not be so perfect, every single day!
He is so well behaved and so simply sweet
And so openly loving to all he does meet
What a cutie, and its not just because he is my child
Even if he were a stranger, he would drive me wild
I cannot do justice to writing about him
For the his cup of virtues flows over the brim
Such a being as he, I doubt has ever been
Created before, from whichever angle it is seen
He smiles even when he is in pain
And with him our requests are never in vain
He only cries if he needs something much
And even then quietens with a soothing touch
I hardly know what it is he needs
When with open and innocent eyes he pleads
Yet with a smile he accepts whatever
I unknowingly gamble and decide to offer
He laughs when he bathes, grins when he eats,
And gives a sunny smile to everyone he meets
He looks at the trees and everything around
And turns with curiosity when he hears a sound
He tries to reach out for colourful things
And actually manages to get to them with his rollings
So much to write, so much to say
But if I keep writing, then night will turn into day! :-)
But before I know it, day turns to night!
A little boy has won over my heart
And day by day he is getting so ever smart
So much love he exudes all around
And suddenly surprises you with an unexpected sound
Today he was trying hard to repeat
My words, and he partially succeeded in the feat
Oh I cannot understand who is this person
Who has entered my life in such a wonderful version
He cannot be human, for in my mind
A human being is of a different kind
He cannot be an angel, for even they
Could not be so perfect, every single day!
He is so well behaved and so simply sweet
And so openly loving to all he does meet
What a cutie, and its not just because he is my child
Even if he were a stranger, he would drive me wild
I cannot do justice to writing about him
For the his cup of virtues flows over the brim
Such a being as he, I doubt has ever been
Created before, from whichever angle it is seen
He smiles even when he is in pain
And with him our requests are never in vain
He only cries if he needs something much
And even then quietens with a soothing touch
I hardly know what it is he needs
When with open and innocent eyes he pleads
Yet with a smile he accepts whatever
I unknowingly gamble and decide to offer
He laughs when he bathes, grins when he eats,
And gives a sunny smile to everyone he meets
He looks at the trees and everything around
And turns with curiosity when he hears a sound
He tries to reach out for colourful things
And actually manages to get to them with his rollings
So much to write, so much to say
But if I keep writing, then night will turn into day! :-)
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