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.
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.