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       I love you and you love me,

       First we're one and then we're three.

       The time may come when we are four,

       Our family growing more and more.



       We start our love with just a kiss,

       Wallowing in each others' bliss.

       We love and touch and we are one,

       The seed is planted, our child begun.

  

       Each day it grows just like a tree,

       Growing and living inside of me.

       Its' tiny form is taking shape,

       My womb serves as its' protective cape.



       Eyes and ears, hair and hands,

       Parts of a body put together by plans.

       We have loved and our love it grows,

       In nine months or so, our live it shows.



       We'll love it, hold it and give it a name,

       It may be different from us; more likely the same.

       Each day we look at our tiny symbol of love,

       We'll look over our child and thank God above.