A BABY'S FACE, IS JUST LIKE LACE. SO SMOOTH AND FINE, WITHOUT A LINE. SO WARM AND CLEAR, TO HOLD SO DEAR. SO BLUSH AND PINK, AS PLUSH AS MINK. THEY ARE SO HARMLESS, WHEN THEY ARE SMALL. AND IF THEY CHANGE, DEPENDS ON ALL. SO CHERISH THIS, PRECIOUS ONE. WITH LOTS OF LOVE, YOU DARE NOT SHUN. FOR A BABY'S FACE, IS A MIRROR OF PRIDE. TO BE ADMIRED, BY THE WORLD WIDE.
Reason for writing:
My wife Jean & I had seven children, and each one was the
most beautiful baby in the world, as are all of yours.
Birth sign: Not entered
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