Sickness of his involuntary pain,
Requesting with her soul:
Had we planted to ruin the seed?
Or won't you let me harvest,
The crop: that I desire for.
Why? the gift to be a mother
You do not want to utilize
Wishing even I never can be
So how can I agree?
To lose an unseen child
Growing: inside you.
Forgive me to say:
Evacuating that womb,
Would you be happy as a mother?
If your breast remain
Unsucked by the child.
Whom would you show
That your motherly love
By mistake if thy baby-sack
Unoccupied remain:
Losing it's fertility forever.
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