Waiting For You, My Baby
Ever since we know
That you are on your way
We have seen appear in our minds
A picture of yours
Which we paint each passing day
With the brushes of our emotions
And with the colors of our imaginations
On the canvases of our hearts,
Where each stroke is eyed
For its telling details,
In rapturous bliss and
Lingering mist of our eyes,
And where the use of color
Seeks to stylize
The intense contours of love
We so ardently pour upon you
As we wait with bated breath
To seize the day
That you are born.
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