It goes without saying, the love of a child is pure.
It has no metes or bounds.
It can cover the world with a blanket of warmth
and it is undeniable.
A childs love is honest, and cannot lie.
The tears they shed carry with them a ton of pain.
To see your child cry, or be in pain,
is more unbearable then anything else.
But the love of a child can cure any sadness
a child can whisper the words of I love you
and melt away the heartache.
The day could have the ups and downs
that make a roller coaster seem tame,
and a child can smile and make it fade.
For those that are blessed with a child they know
that nothing can even become more powerfull then them.
Those that have that child, and care not for them
then the karma they sow, so shall they reap.