There is a kind of inexplicable love.
The kind of love that you cannot know until you’ve held it in your arms.
The kind of love that grows from the inside out.
A love so holy and pure that it hurts.
This love grows deeper with every cry, every sleepless night and every smile.
It is a love that is true and honest and without question.
The kind of love that doesn’t matter how it’s groomed or how it grows.
It is the love that wreaks you.
And teaches you.
It teaches you to become the person you were meant to be.
This poem is dedicated to my son – the best thing I’ve ever done.
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