Brith
My viens run warm with the thought of you
In my womb you lay but in my heart up will stay
Our hearts beat together
My eyes have adorn your image in my womb
In my mind dear child I have held you image
The blood that uns through your soul is touch with love
At your birth my illusion became a sweet reality
Now my arms hold you and care for you
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2006
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