My son, my dear, how much do I love you
I realize I love you, more than my life itself
My son can I measure, the vastness of love
When it's as expansive as the endless horizon
My child can there be, a limit to love
When it feels limitless like the sky above
My heart are there areas, this love does not touch
It must be like those where the air has not reached
Yes there can be, a reflection of love
O child you are that, of creation immortal
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