I see you duchess dear
Fondling your womb with care
On by me mirror and By the rub of your hand
It's a monument rare. On your face day by day
A map of joy lies there
And I still mirror stand
I see you. From you I have to share
What joy all mothers wear Only them understand
And hope you wouldn't mind
Cos whenever you stare I see you.
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monument rare, very good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.