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Izabella...... Beautiful Love

Author: mistiekidd
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I wrote this about my four yr old baby that my ex husband won because he used my bipolar against me, so he controls our visits. That is what he wanted not my daughter but control. It is the last way he had to hurt me and he has really enjoed it. I know God and I know the truth, I will win her back no matter what. She wants to come home to her mommy.

Izabella...... Beautiful Love

We share the same sky, the same
stars, the same moon.
The very same ones hung by you.

Beauty inside and out.
Pouty lips, blonde hair, blue eyes,
my fingers, and toes.

You are the breath that I breathe,
the reason I keep going.
You are my only hope, my dream.

Your smile melts me,
your kisses oh so sweet.
I could hug you until the end of
time. The way you swirl about like
a leaf caught in a breeze touches
my soul.

When you hold me I don't ever want
to let you go.

I adore the fact that you can't
pass one single flower without
picking it for me.

I couldn't ask for a better daughter,
you came along, a gift from God,
such a sweet suprize.

Now I know you, life without you
is not complete.
I love you, yet it's more than that.
I need you.

I need to hear your precious voice
calling mommy, mommy. Singing
and laughing, twirling, and dancing
with such ease and grace.

I long to see your beautiful face.

My little girl caught in a tragic war.
It's not your choice, yet it happened and caused
infinite pain and loss.

Only four your the victim of a battle that
is meant for me, I am the one meant to
fight. What happened isn't just or right.

It's coming up on the one year mark,
a year without you has seemed like
eternity. My life has literally been put
on hold, turned upside down.

My heart breaks on a dailt basis,
thoughts of you flood my head.
My very soul aches, my smile is a
week disguise. You can look at me
and see it in my eyes.

I hear your sing-song voice over
the phone once a weak.
I do my best not to cry as you tell me all
you have done and what you have
Remindinding me of what they have
stole, not just my love, but all the things
you are doing, the simple joy of watching
you grow.

My only peace is thst you are well,
and taken care of.
That doesn't kill all this anger and pain
caused by a man using you as a tool to
drive me insane.

Once a month I get to see you, I count
the days as they creep by so slowley.
I get four of the shortest hours that I
have erer known. When my time is up,
He sweeps you up and you are gone.
I stand alone and watch the car drive
away as I cry.

I will have you back one day, this I know,
for it is all that I pray about. GOD is just
and the truth will prevail. I don't know
when, or how but I know our GOD and he
has treated us well.

So one day soon you will come home. Back
to me, back to you'r Mom. Thinking about
this reunion is keeping me alive. This has to happen or I will die.

So right now I do anything I can to show the
thieves who I am. I'll never stop fighting, I
need you that bad.

So Dear Bells,
This is bittersweet. Life is not fair and without you I'm incomplete. I promise to do anything and everything to win you back, make it right,
and when I do I plan to hold on to you with dear life. Izabella Love, beautiful girl, I plan to bring you home. I wan't to watch you grow,
hold your tiny hand, watch you sleep, see you
twirl, to assure you that you are home safe with me. That is where you will always be.

Love Mommy

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