My babys love

by heather and heath   Feb 28, 2006


Everyday goes by
my baby sits and wonders
if her husbands love is lie
if they are merely lovers

what she doesn't know
is my world would end without her
i could never let her go
this true form of love i can't show

it can't simply be said
it can't be bought
i can't show it in bed
but she is in my every thought

to me love is a mystery
to her it is her every breath
i know it has saved me from misery
and her love i will take to my death

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