2 November 2012
I lay here, Fingers twirling through your hair, My slightly roughened fingers Delicately stroke the softest skin of your cheek...
Your eyes, framed by the most beautifully curved, deep brown lashes. Your chest Rises and falls as you breathe soundly.
I watch, My own eyes moist From the overwhelming emotion in my soul. In love Forever, I will never feel any less.
For you, You are Simply So much more Than the very Best
You are my Son.
Purest Beauty • Opuss № I