Monday, March 02, 2015

You make me happy
and
You make me cry

You make me proud
and
You make me angry

You push me up
and
You pull me down

You make me love
and
You make me hate

You promise to read
if taken to McD's
and
break the same
the very same day

You cuddle your mother
more than me
You whisper on her ears
more than mine

I am not
worrying
My Dear daughter

Whatever you do
I' m loving it.

           - Ariv.

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