A brown and cuddly teddy bear,
Dressed in red summer wear;
Reminds me of my little darling,
Who is warm, kind and loving.
Little giggles I sometimes hear;
Like good music to my ear.
It was a sound I heard in the past,
WHy don't good things never last?
Laughters were turned into pains.
I could not take away its chains.
Losing someone can bring tears,
And a silent scream that no one hears.
My little girl is an angel now,
That brings a smile somehow.
Her memories I don't want to fade,
For in my heart, my angel stayed.
(from Armie Jane's Poems Of Love 8: Cuddly Teddy Bear)

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