Angel cradled within my womb
Overwhelming joy; my lover of whom.
Whirling in a trance of utter surrealism
For the day to arrive beholding magical realism.
Never to believe that it shall happen
One big mess of absolute misshapen.
Warm, Glowing, ball of light
Not too noisy now, don't give her a fright!
The cradle of protection to serve her perfection
Supple sentimental silk to stroke, emotions of an earthquake begin to evoke.
Rumbling and tumbling the room shakes with fear
Dropping of a torn out- trembling tear.
The precious glow beams from within
Soaring strongly, something to begin.
Inflexible bump I yearn to behold,
Love like this that cannot be sold.
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