Carried thee in her womb for months
Distant herself from whom she was.
Cared thee, though she knows not thou
Loved nothing more, than the unknown.
Thou cried when the tenths is due
Oh! if thou could see the brightest smile
Pearly drops of dew down her cheeks.
Yet Only thou could bring them again.
Let me ask thee, Oh! sons of a mother
Could you be loved anywhere, anymore?
Yet,thou will loved her less than another.
All I ask is little love, little sacrifice
Before she sleeps, and regrets kisses thee.
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