Love Poem: Agape Love The Highest Form Of Love
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Written by: Peter Dome

Agape Love The Highest Form Of Love

The fortunate ones know
How such a precious treasure
As your own newborn's 
First engaging sunshine smile
Making your own heart so warm you melt
And sings with so much joy it dances
Making your heart too

So fragile helpless and needy
Of a loving mother's natural instinctive
Attention care and affection
Such a strong bond is firmly anchored
In the depths of a loving mother's loving heart

Born of mutual love trust care and tender affection
A seed planted on fertile once barren ground
Germinates hopefully growing to fruition
A Thanksgiving celebration
Of ubilation

That's until they poo, smelling at both ends, constantly  cry and scream 
Like a banshee. Keeping you awake all night
So you can't sleep
And when you need to get things done in the morning you feel a completely Worn out wreck. Then the baby sleeps when you have had none. The precious smile now turns into a frown. your body now coming back to life, 
When your sleep-deprived head is still in bed.
Don't despair, it gets worse as they grow.

They gave you so much pain, it felt like passing a bus with the digging corners on They also kicked you when they were all cosey in the womb

And now you feel like............ Back!.