Elisabelle

by Karin Erlacher   Apr 20, 2006


Every night I dream of you, my
Little unborn child.
I can't wait to hold you,
Sing you to sleep,
And comfort you when you cry.
Baby Belle, I can't wait.
Each day, I learn to
Love you more. Your
Life awaits you, my dear
Elisabelle.

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