I have to believe it’s you.
You’re the one I’m forever looking for
The thing string you held behind your back,
now a growing thing,
like you beating heart, soft and comforting
I know it’s you.
Your face hasn’t changed,
nor your demeanor.
Fuzzy little fireball,
you’re brave,
more brazen than the rest.
You were born different
but now you’re fitting in?
My little squirrel,
my precious skinny tail,
don’t change too much.
But even if you do,
I’ll love you just the same.
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