SIR HARRIS AND HIS MAKER

To his maker,
He's such a wonderful kid
Whose heart is so tender.
A heart filled with love,
A kid of value.
To Sir Harris,
His Maker is such a lovely lady.
She's so Ancient of days
Yet in her amazing eyes,
He's found love.
Sir Harris and his Maker,
It's a matter of royalty.
They never fail to commune.
Thier love-spot never misses them.
His Maker always there waiting for her beloved Harris.
Seeing him from afar makes her heart bubble.
What love!
A kid and his Maker.

Par: Sambasy
24/5/2018

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PanamaD28 January 2020 at 15:39
Simple with an Amazing message.
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