Whispers to My Unborn
Echoes of Love Yet to Come
In the quiet of the night,
I dream of you, my little light,
A love unformed, yet so pure,
My heart awaits, tender and sure.
Though you are still a distant star,
I feel your presence, near, not far,
Your laughter echoes in my dreams,
Like ripples flowing in quiet streams.
One day, I'll hold you in my arms,
Safe from this world and all its harms,
But for now, I wait in gentle grace,
For the day I’ll finally see your face.
You are my hope, my silent prayer,
A promise waiting in the air,
And though we’ve yet to truly meet,
You’ve already made my heart complete.
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