They become the most important thing
that will enter our lives.
We cherish them with our heart
from our beginning to the end
and woe be tide if someone
tries to take them away.
We’ll fight to our dying breath
to keep them for our own.
For we have the commitment
that comes but once in our lives.
11 October2014
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