Your Beauty...(For you, not born yet)
 

Is what defies the laws of our eternal nature.
What flows unmistakable across a darkened sky.
The purity i see in every droplet of water.
Along the fine lines of art in architecture.
Timeless, like a piece written for the Gods.
Minds think too deep to understand it.
Poets write to internalize this.
Is you whole and the smile the sun creates.
Is everything to me internal,
For whom i have not met yet.
I feel inside, in the depths of my mind.
YOUR BEAUTY...i see in dreams, as i picture YOU, my unborn child.

Ay man this was pretty cool. I liked the vocab you used. It gave me a good picture in my head in what you were trying to say. Very well worded.