Love Yet Unknown
An infant's cry has an Elysian ring,
endearing the late-night hour.
A tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound,
impinges a young mother's weary body.
Joyously awakened, she follows her heart,
as a newborn angel softly calls.
Rest will evade for a short while
as motherly instincts prevail;
endearing the late-night hour.
Tender emotions overwhelm her soul
as dream-like powers drift over,
impinges a young mother's weary body.
Angelic bells heard in air, abound.
Time is of no essence,
as motherly instincts prevail.
Waiting in a Lilliputian ruffled bassinet,
contentment, despite weariness,
a newborn angel softly calls.
Life now holds a most sacred trust,
a miracle of wonderment.
Time is of no essence.
Her total being, now complete,
dreamlike trends never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body.
Now aspiring to her most magnanimous role,
futurity holds only hopefulness &
a miracle of wonderment.
Nebular images, as far as she can see,
in tune with her dreams, now reality.
A newborn angel softly calls.
Halos, aspirations, is all that she sees.
An infant's cry has an Elysian ring.
Futurity holds only hopefulness, &
a tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound.
Drifting, in her thoughts,
tones of amazement, never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body,
a newborn angel softly calls.
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