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I was smitten by her charms
as I held her in my arms,
I stroked her soft and tufty hair.
Her eyes were wide and bright,
as they watched me through the night,
I held her close and didn't want to share.
I recognised the miracle with which I had been blessed,
I watched her perfect body lying curled,
I loved her very being, from the moment that we met,
and I wanted to protect her from the world.
Now she is nearly a teenager, thirteen whole years old,
"It's soooo unfair" (and I'm the one to blame.)
But I loved her very being from the moment that we met,
and I still want to protect her just the same.
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