Dear Idris, Dahlila or nothing at all

I haven't even seen a hand or pitter of a heart

Not even a twinkle of delight has come to my womb or mind

A passing thought, a laugh I see in another's smile

All I think of is the time I get to spend a lifetime with you

Never a bitter swallow or dreaded tale for your future

It is excitement and giddiness to finally have you in this world.

A work of art starting out as vivid green stems

Waiting to bloom life from it budding branches

Little pitters-patters till running onward into light where you'll find me again