Love searched, where should she sleep? She sought a place where flowers grew In colours bright and new.
The soft cushions Invited her caress and the die was cast, the arms were welcome he heart was warm.
Little toes that curled and invited to be kissed, hands that as butterflies gently follow lips. It was the promised child yes, here would love abide and here would she endure In form both innocent and pure.
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