From a palace in a far away land
above the clouds and sun,
Came a gift more precious than gold
incense, and myrrh.
Created of love and affection
below the stars and moon,
His little smile and
wordless gestures stir my heart.
Full of life, joy, and wonder
a son to lead through life,
Hand in hand we’ll walk afar
through the sands of
time.
From the magenta blush
of the his morning skies,
Til my horizons turn dark
I will be near to nurture and guide.
©April 2008 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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