nine months
pure
a love like no other
without betrayal
without hurt.
a gift
if for only this moment
holding on
feeling it beat
breathe
sleep at my breast.
grateful
in love.
it is mine.
the best things are the little things
nine months
pure
a love like no other
without betrayal
without hurt.
a gift
if for only this moment
holding on
feeling it beat
breathe
sleep at my breast.
grateful
in love.
it is mine.
The hormones are killing me. I am a teary mess. Bluh. 🙂 This is lovely.