Part of Me


The first day we meet, I could bet.
I already knew, love so true.
A soft and gentle sweetness, always my weakness.
A baby's first touch, how I love so much.
And as you grow, how I know.
You'll always be, the very best part of me.
The smile and grace, I see upon your face.
The sparkle in your eye, as I sing a lullaby.
A baby's first step, into the world you creep.
The world at hand, as life makes its demands.
And as you grow, how I know.
You'll always be, the very best part of me.

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