He loves me. I know he does,

as he wipes that kiss off his face.

He loves me. I know he does,

as he looks the other way.

He loves me. I know he does,

as he tells me to go away.

He loves me. I know he does,

as his bottom lip sticks out in a pout, hoping to get his way.

He loves me. I know he does,

as he looks at his daddy with a smiling face.

He loves me. I know he does,

as he crawls into my bed late at night.

Snuggling up to me as I hold him tight.

I kiss the top of his head whispering mommy loves you, good night.