The time it would take to grow a child within me,
We've spent growing a child between us:
This love that continued to grow,
That  began like a tiny cell inside the twinkle of my eye,
And endured a cold winter, an even colder summer,
Months without the food of your eyes,
The water of your touch;
That blossomed the next winter,
On Christmas like a child,
And sprung, green and ready, in the spring.

Oh, but do we reap what we sow?
9 months later-
Your eyes are the color of chocolate,
Sweet and warm,
And they tell me without words,
That you love me.
I have learned your love is uncondtional.