You thank the heavens
For you have found 'her'
The girl of your dreams
The one you swore
you'd take to your mother
If you found her.
She's everything
You ever wished for
More than you ever dreamt of
Yet in this midst a 'but' lingers
But she has a child you say
More of a regret than a statement
Slowly you push her away
All the good you saw in her
Her child negates
So what if she has a child
Does it suddenly make her bad
Does it make her less desirable
What's a child but an extension of her?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem