In whispers laced with morning dew, A secret dance, a hint or two, Notes in pockets, smiles that gleam, A playful riddle, a waking dream. 'Neath moonlit beams, her eyes alight, She weaves her tale, from left to right, Little clues like swirling mist, In moments shared, in laughter kissed. Until the day, like dawn's embrace, She hands the news with tender grace, A sonogram, a world unfurls — Their future holds a little girl.