I’m waiting for you
Weeks left are eight.
How deep will our love be
let’s see…
I imagine you looking
as beautiful as a sunrise
on a cool crisp autumn morning.
My imagination playing
the music my mind is absorbing.
The images of your ultrasound
show me your face,
my hand on your mothers belly,
you send me your kicks.
So close I can almost feel
you in my arms.
So close.
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