To me you are the sparkle
To me you are the sparkle when the morning comes,
the innocence that is hidden in every young child,
your love, your presence comes
like a butterfly's fluttering flight.
As if we know each other a thousand years,
you fit perfect and wonderful into my life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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