You are not of my own,
No, not even of my soul,
They said you were an eye-sore.
Ripped off the flesh of a stranger.
'Down the years you will know the truth,'
they admonished.
'Your dreams would evaporate,
Bad blood seeping through your hard labour.
But what did I care,
They were ignorant, I forgave them,
Not shrouded by arrogance.
Forgive them for their insolence
Born out of love for you and me.
Hold tight your baby clench,
never let go,
You are my reason for'love'!
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