I Want To Know
Who Planted This Seed Of Love In My Belly.
It Surely Couldn't Have Been
The Man That Beat Me, Day In And Day Out.
And It Couldn't Truly Be Mine, When I Lack So Much.
Perfection In My Stomach, Awaiting The Day It All Begins.
I Have To Fill Him With Love ...
More Love Than I Have Shown Myself On Occasion.
And More Than He (The Betrayer) Could Ever Offer ...
To Take On This Journey Guiltless And Full Of Belief ...
God, To Start Over And Somehow Be
Shaded From These Things I Now Fear.
Afterall, "Life Is Love Forever More;
Wing To Wing And Oar To Oar."
By: Mistress Lisa
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