You were my first word,sputtered between my clumsy baby lips,as you rocked me to sleep.In your strong four-year old arms,holding my head just as mom told you.
As a mouse is to a elephant you tower over me.
I will always stumble along,behind you footsteps in the muddy path, as a blind man would in a room filled with set mouse traps
Though I Love You, that love is scarred with envy.With everything you accomplish,the jealously grows.
Every moment with you is precious time.
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