“Honey, my love
When I see a baby
Your imagination is in my mind.
Honey, my love
When I see a mother with her baby,
Your imagination is in my mind.
Feeling that I lost you, my love
Honey, my love
When a baby crawls
Your imagination is in my mind.
Honey, my love
When a baby is crying
Your imagination is in my mind.
I saw you in every baby, my love.
I love you so much, my love.
I miss you, sweetheart”
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Author:
Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla (
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- Published: September 12th, 2023 05:09
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