My true love is round and swollen with love
Inside her a star, a gift from above
She beams at me and shines all pink
I love her, I love her is all I can think
We make love and laugh and play
Almost every night and day
I feel like the luckiest of lucky men
Never forget it - not now or then
I see suffering and pain
Through beauties mask
Love's labours not vain
No questions to ask
One fine day soon there'll be blood and gore
But through it all like a vein of fine ore
The skein of our love, with there at the end
A shiny bright soul, all ours to tend.
May 2001 (In case you are interested baby will probably be delivered Ca. July 24th by elective Caesarian Section. At this point I will be long on inspiration and short on time to write is my guess!)
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