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I hope you don't mind, but I broke your paragraph into lines and stanzas for more apparent poetic structure. Hope this doesn't soil your poetic vision.
>The baby took her first steps today.
>They grow up so fast, just like they say.
>Her sunny smile and cherry hair are just so fair,
>Her mother's eyes ever present in a loving stare.
>She's the spitting image of the one who broke my heart,
>The girl I never should have forced to take part.
>The stadium was loud and I had felt so proud,
>But a disinterested expression is all her face allowed.
>Their unexpected love burns us all,
>But not in the same way, not at all.
>Him with passion, her with desire
>And I with a need so dire.
>The baby cries
>And I remember that time flies.
>She fell for the first time,
>Her first steps were to her a treacherous climb.
>The proud parents held her in their arms,
>Not allowing her to know any other harms.
>Tears fell from everyone's eyes,
>The baby's from the fright,
>The parents from delight
>And mine from all my lies.
>This is not my life,
>The baby's not my blessing and I am not his wife.
