You take something
That you especially love
And value it
Just like its a dove
When you mistreat it
You always say sorry
and the reply is always
there's no need to worry
You hide it away
to save it from trouble
Only problem is
You know there's a bubble
When you're out of the bubble
it all feels so precious
And when you're in
It's incredibly spacious
It needs care and attention
just like any other
but you cannot treat it
like your its mother
'cos its a person
you've grown to know and to treasure
and to live and love that person
is the best ever pleasure
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