My eternal love

 


My life did bloom

My happiness knew no bound

When you came out of the womb


You were radiant and light as plume

On hearing that first cry, a magical sound,

My life did bloom


You are a pure soul in human costume

Born to make my sorrows to be drowned

When you came out of the womb


Soon excitement, felicitations echoed  the room

A new purpose and strength I found

My life did bloom


Your arrival had made me complete, I presume

The trance I feel are words beyond

When you came out of the womb


Life is after all a journey from womb to catacomb

I promise to protect you till I am around

My life did bloom

When you came out of the womb.



This poem is dedicated for my cutie pie. His birth have our family life with hues and happiness myraid.

The format is called 'Villanelle'.  If you like my writings, do let me know in the comments.



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