so many words are rocketing through me
i'm temporarily forgetting how to form legible thoughts
i'm captivated in this nine month moment
anticipating forever spent with him
its a pounding through my body
the constant reminder that he is mine
and i am his
its an inner battle
between hoping i'll always be good enough
and hoping we'll never lose the spark
praying each night to be mushy in-love
even when we're old and gray
there is a bliss in these afternoons
i am melting into him more every day
as he calms my fears
he is my miracle
the reason i am strong each morning
and confident every night
always knowing if i falter
he'll be there to stabilize me, again
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