I feel I'm cheating on your love,
I dared committed such an act of disapproval adultery.
Forgive me mother,
For only you can instinctively feel where my happiness lies.
Even though others labelled me she-devil,
Many wanted to possession me.
Yet, you were there for me.
You'll always be my first love and mother,
And he'll be my lover and partner.
You're love will always win over he's,
I promise.
Even though I'm away from you,
My mother.
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The Epagoge Poetry
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