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While she sleeps so peacefully

The angels keep vigil over the blessing

The Divine one has sent me.

I smile, as I look upon

Beauty at rest.



She will play and dance

And run and jump

And twirl as if she were giving the performance of a lifetime,

Centerstage, captivating her audience of one with every move.

I smile, as I will one day see

Beauty in motion.



And when she sings to her creator

In the language only he can understand

I can only try to interpret the words and the meanings

Of the praises she gives to him

I smile, as I will listen to the

Sounds of Beauty.



She will enter rooms and

No matter how vacant or filled,

All will be unable to fight feelings of love and joy that she Brings With her.

And I smile, for they will be graced

By the presence of Beauty.



And when she embraces me

I will feel the warmth of her love without her even uttering a Word.

By her touch

I will know I am loved.

I Am Loved

And I smile, For I am in the prescence of Beauty

I will soon hear the sounds of Beauty

I will soon see Beauty in motion

But for now, Beauty lays at rest

Here in my arms

And I embrace Beauty

For I

Have birthed Beauty

And finally

I feel Beautiful too.