Unborn child nurtured by a mother’s heart. It’s cadence effortlessly embracing,that each are of this mortal life a part. Through love,lines of infinity tracing.

A song in ancient rhythm born beating.It’s strength an ever steady pull and sway.The heart in our very chests repeating, echoes of soul, an expression of grace.

My head lays on the pillow of your chest. Your love beats constant in a rhythm known. I drift off to sleep in this place of rest. In the shelter of you I’ve found my home.

The miracle of Life's song is in the song of the child, singing in a small clear voice. The very same refrain which resounds throughout the entire world.Though seldom heard, as it is muted by the noise of everyday life. Listen closely, you can hear it. Raise your voice, incline your heart. You will find no greater sorrow than by leaving your verse unsung.

To inspire love within each other, we realize the fulfillment of our own hearts longing.

Our love, a love to lift up, to let flourish; beautiful. That’s what you call me, Beautiful. In your eyes I am more than just a person, a name, a heart. In you my love is everything and your love is everything in me.