POAS

A wish and a prayer,
Wond'ring if you are there.
Hoping, my child,
Is this hope far too wild?
Am I ready for this?
Oh! How I long to kiss
Your cheeks and your nose,
Count all of your toes,
And yet I'm so scared!
I don't think I'm prepared
For something so small,
So fragile, so all
Consuming! And yet
Though we've never met,
And I'm not sure you exist,
I just can't resist
Loving you!