i broke the water to our new birth born
all stem and petal without a thorn
you girded our love within your womb
carried swiflty from life to the tomb
we cherished the beat of our new gift
spent heavily we did not knowing to thrift
treasures a plenty blossomed from our loin
left shortly thereafter with not a coin
lavishly we spent to our love we did feed
our gifts were soon gone without thought of the deed
breathed deeply the flower which with we hath sown
damaged before birth by actions our own
heavily the scent still lingers in nose
all for want of forgeting upsetting past woes
the thorn now arise to prick our hand
death music is played by morbid a band
looking back years from this mistaken date
a love was wanted for our lives to gestate
instead of birthing a happy child
a mockery was lifted weak and mild
the pistol and stem have died again
grim reaper stole away happy our grin
to all other loves with seed to grow
breathe soflty and sweetly as you may know
when on love you spend your money to farm
make sure you grow patiently and do no harm
for if you so quickly in a hurry to reap
your plants may grow to be timid and meek
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