She said: "This heart still beats a bit,
It has yet to go cold."
So she still hopes for a light to be lit
And a story be told.
She holds on tight to hope, therefore she'll sit
And wait for love to come home with the gold.
Although all of this goes on,
She doesn't fail to see
That she has got the greatest gift, a son,
One that makes her complete.
A being with more love than any foregone.
A being more special than any she'll meet.
So her heart grows warmer
With each beautiful sight
Of this gift that's been brighter
Than the stars' blinding light.
A gift that's her anchor to reality river.
The gift of a life that warms her heart day and night.
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