(My conception, and yours, <br />were truly immaculate.) <br /> <br /> <br />First, we are made of words. <br />Flesh and blood follow. <br /> <br /> <br />We were conceived not <br />when some wild and reckless <br />sperm swam past mind-boggling obstacles <br />to fertilize an egg, <br /> <br /> <br />but when our parents first <br />looked into each other's eyes <br />and murmured, 'I love you.'<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electrical-mysteries-of-heaven/
