bliss is a bouncing baby
wide smiles in recognition
little hands curling around your finger
and sweet noises of contentment nestling against your neck
perfection in this moment
and all of the worlds worries and chaos seem so minuscule
so trivial compared to all that is good
and this is good
this moment
this precious point of no return
my arms full
an outer reflection of my heart
and i could do this forever
holding
cooing
loving
the bliss of you
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