Tiny Feet

The pitter patter of tiny feet,
The smallest sound, yet such a treat,
The combination of you and I,
Not something I'd ever want to pass by.

The patter pitter of tiny hands,
Clattering on the kitchen floor with all the pots and pans.
Crazy times I'll always enjoy,
Cleaning up messes and picking up toys.

I'll love you forever.
I'll like you for always.
As long as I'm living and for all time after,
I'll remember the love and all of the laughter.

With, you, my one and only love,
Your heart and mine are like olive branch and dove.
Always together for better or worse.
No matter how much is within our purse.

Lives of our children, in our hands,
Heart of my heart, soul of my soul,
I am my beloved's,
And my beloved is mine.