I dream of you my little one
my sweet and round moon
your pale light, your lovely song
the perfection that is you
My want is love; my love is hope
that someday you will be
Not a name, or moon or song
or poem, hope or dream.
Deep and true, unparalleled
a love for me to tend
That selfless love that knows no bounds
no merit, pride or end
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This is a beautiful, finely crafted poem. Great work. Thanks. I also invite you to read and comment.