H.Brown

I feel the empty place inside,
a place where you could live 'n' thrive.
Wishing for the day that I find,
a bright, familiar inquiring mind.
To gaze upon your fragile form,
encased inside a mother's warmth.
Looking deep into eyes like mine,
my heart it soars to hear, 'she's fine.'
With each beat of your tiny heart,
I lose myself, we'll never part.
Dreams sweet edge casts me free,
to wake and find there's no little me.