I do not know you.
Yet, I fear.
You are precious, the first living flower
on a long dead bush. The first
white-gold ray of a new born sun.
I fear not for what you are or for what
you will become, but only
for the lesson I should teach. Will you
steal my goodness and make it gold?
Will you steal my tongue and speak
your truths? Will you steal my mind
and know greater wisdom?
You have stolen my heart
and wrapped my love into your skin.
My life pales in comparison.
I am not worthless in your unborn eyes.
You are my proudest work of art, my
perfect melody. My Love Child.💜
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