Her name is there
always on my mind,
Always on my tongue tip
ready to be said,
Yet I hold back
and give her a pet name. Her nickname is one
that I have not used,
One that I haven't uttered
for anyone in my past,
For she is so special
and is my Baby Dear. Her love fills me up
to rise above the clouds,
Soaring with the eagles
and racing with the jets,
Speeding across the sky
always to return to her. Over and over again
I question my great luck,
To have found this great gift
so dear and so very true,
Spirits entwined together
for she is my Baby Dear.
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