I think about you all the time
wondering what you would be like
With eagerness to see you face
I can't hardly wait
Each passing day
I struggle with names to give to you
But
none seems worthy to do justice to you
Beauty and grace
I place upon you
Health and blessing
I asked the Lord to give to you
Counting the days I will first meet you
It will be joy and pleasure to be with you
Suckling on my breast to fill your need
One of the many things you will need
Maybe,
A day
Or two
You will be here
Prepare and waiting…
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