You, to be born tomorrow
Of me, mine shall be called
You shall bring me no sorrow,
As with you, I shall be enthralled.
As much a part of me, you are
Though seeds, I’d have sown,
Truth could be very bizarre,
You shall be of your own.
I shall bring you into the world,
I will wait to see your face,
And then let you free to unfurl,
Every bit will forever amaze.
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