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Little Girl

 

I see the beauty in you

That you don’t see in yourself

I see remnants of the little girl

Still so much in need of love

When I hold you in my arms

I can feel the urgency of your heart

Beating so furiously fast

At long last, love has found its way to you

And now when you sleep

Loneliness no longer invades your dreams,

Tears no longer stain your pillow

A smile from your heart now lives on your face

Love has found a loving place.

 

Dean Jéan-Pierre

11-13-05

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