Thu, 10/03/2013 - 22:04 -- mguzman


His green eyes look at me

I am so in love

How this boy own my heart

He makes me swoon when he says my name


I am his army

I am his voice

He is my pride

He is my love


I remember when I first held him in my arms

And promise to always love him 

As the years pass by 

Our memories are made


The trust we've built

And the lessons gained

My sweet baby boy 

he will always remain



This is all about my beautiful nephew that owns my heart. He pushes me and loves me in a way I hope I will one day love myself. 

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