Magic of You.

I'm not sure what role I played in how you came to be.

Though I know you grew inside of me and I studied biology.

I know you're made from parts of us - a genetic lottery.

But I'm still not sure how I got you

and how YOU came from me.

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I don't believe in fairytales in mystics or in saints.

But I can hear their music when you laugh and squeal my name.

I don't believe in destiny or afterlife or ghosts.

But I can see my ancestors in your eyebrows and your nose.

I don't believe in much that I cannot sense or touch.

But there's something truly heavenly in your sleepy snugly nudge.

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I know you're mine and I am your's - that much is plain to see.

But I can't explain the magic of YOU...

I'm just grateful you're here with me.