Love Yet Unknown

An infant's cry has an Elysian ring, endearing the late-night hour. A tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound, impinges a young mother's weary body. Joyously awakened, she follows her heart, as a newborn angel softly calls. Rest will evade for a short while as motherly instincts prevail; endearing the late-night hour. Tender emotions overwhelm her soul as dream-like powers drift over, impinges a young mother's weary body. Angelic bells heard in air, abound. Time is of no essence, as motherly instincts prevail. Waiting in a Lilliputian ruffled bassinet, contentment, despite weariness, a newborn angel softly calls. Life now holds a most sacred trust, a miracle of wonderment. Time is of no essence. Her total being, now complete, dreamlike trends never felt before, impinges a young mother's weary body. Now aspiring to her most magnanimous role, futurity holds only hopefulness & a miracle of wonderment. Nebular images, as far as she can see, in tune with her dreams, now reality. A newborn angel softly calls. Halos, aspirations, is all that she sees. An infant's cry has an Elysian ring. Futurity holds only hopefulness, & a tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound. Drifting, in her thoughts, tones of amazement, never felt before, impinges a young mother's weary body, a newborn angel softly calls.