My body,
sharer of all my pleasures,
vehicle of my soul,
steadfast supporter of all I do,
I take her for granted,
How lucky I've been.
But no more.
For you see,
She's growing our baby.
And it's my turn
to support her.
She'll change,
No matter what I say.
But we've changed before,
Grown taller, stronger, older, wiser.
And she's changing for us
She's doing this for us
So what can I do but support her,
My body, my friend?
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