In heart and mind, this child is mine
With all I am , these hearts become
but one
No wonders kissed, as grand as this
And all this life I thought I knew
Is you
Once thought as whole, but now I'm full
Of all the bessings from above
My love
For in your smile, I see myself
Grinning back at you
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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