My Gift Is My Baby

My gift is my baby,
...and I can tell everybody, that this is my Lauren.
And maybe quite simply that shes one of a kind.

I hope she doesnt mind, I really hope she doesnt,
That I write down in words how wonderful life is;
Now that I can have her in my arms, kiss her goodnight,
Whisper sweet words in her ears, and run my hand through her hair.
That I may touch her skin and pull her to me,
While her sweet lips tease delicately.

I hope, really hope she doesnt care,
If I sit her down by my side and try to share;
What joy it brings to hold her hands,
To kiss her gently in the rain and hold her close.
Feel her warmth against the cold, cold wind.
But perhaps this is all a little too much to share,-

Since I have only just met her.