My little precious angel
Significant apple of my eye
Little one, you’ve looted my heart
Creating such efficient tenderness

Without you would be the try to ignite,
Trying to ignite the flame in the snow.
An opera with no song.
The court of the king with no courtier.

You’re the loyal prism of the diamond,
The earnest perspective of my life.
The tempest’s wind, the glass slipper.
I partake only because you’re the drink.

Impetuous life without you
The water’s only refract
The unguent for my burns
I love you, my little precious

 
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