She brought me here,
A place I have never known.
A place in which
I will become grown.
In time I will learn
Who I am speaking of.
A bond will form
And evolve into love.
Her smile is wide
And her eyes fixed upon me.
The bright light is blinding,
But I still feel hands on me.
The noises I make
Are greeted with laughter.
But somehow I won’t remember this
The morning after.
I am still too young
To comprehend their words.
But I try to reiterate
The things that I’ve heard.
I soon grow into
The man seen today.
And for a special woman,
A thanks I pay.
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