my whole world

The most perfect thing came out of me and into my life
and it scares the hell out of me that my responsibilities are now so high
I stare at your tiny features and can't choke back the tears
I am a mother now, for the rest of my years
I never want harm to come to you
but I can't protect you from this world, so what do I do?
You are now my whole world, my life rests in your eyes
your eyes which are so blue, like the bluest summer skies
so perfect, so tiny, how can you be real?
The love I have for you is all that I can feel
it overpowers all of my senses, until you are in complete control
filling my once empty and meaningless soul
I pray I never let you down, and I pray I never cause you tears
but I'm afraid these are probably inevitable fears
so as I stroke your cheeck and watch you breathe
you are the only thing I care to see.