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Love bug likes the light
Reaches up, eyes shining bright
His hands proclaim, all must behold
This wondrous spot of glowing gold
Feel his smile, few-toothed grin
Chubby cheeks and dimples in,
Happiness so pure it shakes
You to the core and breaks
Your heart and seeps through every pore
Until your teeth are clenched
And wanting more,
To hug, the need to squeeze
Upswells from all that love
In your eyes and his, clear as bells.
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