I am yours,
cradled in your dreams and ideals,
swaddled in the blanket of love.
My cries are softened by your lullabies
and my dreams are guided by your wisdom.
I am but young and sure to have much pain and happiness ahead;
fleeting loves will pass, jobs and problems too
but there is one thing I can be sure of - I can always come back to you.
So let me grow old with you
because the battle of life is not over - more still - it has only just begun.
Yours
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