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I am the Teddy Bear,
who sleeps
with a child
Of sixteen summers
or so,
that still loves
soft, cuddly things
such as I.
She holds me
close to her
and I love it,
for her skin
is soft
and warm.
And I know
her dreams
because
she whispers them
to me
when she
is asleep
and I listen.
I know
her secrets too.
She comes
and tells me
all that she holds
in her heart
when there is
no one else
to tell.
I have seen
her soul
when she comes
to me
and her tears
dampen my fur
and I hurt
inside
like she does.
I know
she loves me,
for she
told me so
one starry
summer evening
as she held me tight.
Yes,
I am the Teddy Bear
who still sleeps
with a child
of sixteen summers
or so. |
