[male vocals] Dearly
baby
love,*
I’
m
writing
to
specially
remind
you
how
special
and
sweet
you
are
to
me.
So
many
times —
and
all
the
times —
I'm
carried
away
and
buried
in
your
sweetness
that
I
forget
to
praise
you
out
loud
before
people
or
in
your
ears.
Prompting
your
cravings
for
validation
elsewhere.
But
remember,
people
give
validation
because
they’
re
seeing
or
looking
forward
to
something
catching
their
fantasies.
But
I’
m
already _
in it_
and _
with it_.
Our
people
say: _“
A
mouth
holding
food
doesn’
t
sound
much.”_
Having
you
in
me
mutes
the
sound
of
my
voice
or
vision
of
aesthesis
or
validation.
But
you
know
I
see
you,
I
see
everyday,
I
value
your
everything
except
the
make
ups!
I
cherish
all
of
you —
your
breasts,(
u
know
how
much
I
cherish
sucking
them),
your (
hairy)
legs (
how
I
long
touching
them),
your
back(
how
I
desire
kissing),
your
body —
without
selecting
or
rejecting
anything.
I
don’
t
need
makeup
to
see
your
beauty.
Your
skin
is
unique.
Your
hair
lays
perfectly.
And
the
clearest
reflection
of
that
beauty?
It’
s
in
the
children
you
don
born.
You
bath
them
each
day.
Look
at
their
body,
the
fairness
and
the
hairs.
Can’
t
you
see
it
yourself?
Star
is
proof.
Treasure
is
more
than
enough
proof.
Baby
is
perfect
proof.
They
show
the
world
that
you
are
the
best,
causing
people
to
desire
and
pray
to
have
at
least
half
of
what
you
have
got
and
that
to
me,
you
brought
the
best
to
the
table.
What
more
validation
or
proof
do
I
need
or
you
need
from
me?
You
are
more
than
what
anyone
can
validate.
You
don’
t
need
to
convince
me
that
you
are
the
best.
I
know
the
best.
I
got
the
best.
And
I’
m
still
getting
the
best
from
you.
Take
it
or
leave
it,
no
make
up
can
give
what
you
are
or
show
anyone
what
I
see
in
you!