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Its the kind of touch that sends your heart flying. Flying to a nother place...a higher place. Its the kind of touch that fills you with pride. The kind of pride you feel when you look into her eyes. Its the kind of touch that makes you weak. Weak to her smile, her laughter and her love. Its the kind of touch that outweighs all bad. All the bad in the world that brings you down; is simply lifted after she changes her frown. Its the kind of touch that fills you with joy. The joy you feel to be her mother. Its the kind of touch that makes you cry. The tears of happiness to be so in love. Its the kind of touch that never stops giving. Her love is everlasting and will never stop living. Its the kind of touch that you just cannot explain...its the kind that a daughter gives again and again.
